How Did You Do That?

Dear Sir or Madam,

It appears that the world is desk-rich. How do I know? I have four—donated by various people—in various stages of arriving at the cabin. One’s downstairs, and the one I brought up the Hill on Friday had to go upstairs. You’ll be happy to hear that I managed to bring it up two flights of stairs by myself. You might also wonder how. Well, how did the ancient Egyptians build the pyramids?

I called the space aliens to help, just like they did, silly.

I also got the chance to meet my next door neighbors who own the tiny cabin just below The Lodge. They’re a nice, older couple and we seemed to get along pretty well. Then they let me know that they’re selling the place. Of all the luck. Maybe I’m simply driving away the friendly people. That’s probably it.

When you post a blog entry like this one, Blogger gives you the option to postdate so that the time stamp shows up later than is actually the case. I consider that cheating though, so I’ll fess up and tell you that I’m laying this down in the middle of the day on Thursday. I emailed-in sick to let the allergy medicine do its thing from the comfort of my sister’s home rather than fall asleep at a desk in the Medical Clinic at work. I certainly hate having to use medications of any kind, but it turns out that I’m much more in favor of breathing. I know! Weird!

Now the part I’ve been dreading (as long as I’m being honest). My backsliding on the smoking cessation program has been progressing with all the terrible haste one might fear when embarking on such a project. It all (re-)started on The Hill during a particularly boring, raining, and cold evening and hasn’t abated. I need to quit again, certainly, but now I find myself getting defensive about the whole thing. (“none of your business!”) I just hope that with this post I’m making it your business and you might wish to gently give me (grief) encouragement about it.

Time for another nap, brought to you by the good folks at Benadryl…

More later.

– bob