It’s exceedingly muggy and gross today. Yesterday, too. I hate this kind of weather. I just got out of the shower, and I’m already greasy again. A few minutes ago I felt a bead of sweat roll down the center of my back. It’s paradise, I tell ya. Yesterday, at about this time, I posted the following to Twitter, and I stand by it:
It’s ballsy in here. And I’m talking about humidity, not courage.
Soon, we’ll have to drag the clickety-clack Soviet humboxes up from the basement, and “install” them in the windows. We have five at this point, and I wouldn’t mind adding a couple more. Sure, it’s sometimes like watching TV inside a jet engine laboratory around here, but it saves me from being oily, like an otter. …Otters are oily, right? Somehow I believe this to be true.
Also, there are some annoying things going on at work, which I can’t talk about, on account of the spying. And the traffic situation on I-81 is always a treat. Ever since winter ended there’s been so-called construction everywhere, and it’ll continue until it snows again. However, there will be no discernible improvements to the roads… Sometimes it requires more than an hour to travel 36 miles to work. Luckily, I take it all with good cheer, and a twinkle in my eye. Ha!
On June 1 our health insurance changes, and you probably wouldn’t believe how our new coverage works. I’ve never even HEARD of such a thing. I told my parents about it, and they thought I was lying, or mistaken. I don’t want to go into it, for obvious reasons, but I’m feeling a bit… vulnerable.
Our younger kid, for instance, has an ear infection, and went to the doctor today. I feel like hugging him, for getting sick in May. “Thank you!!” I repeated, again and again. I told Toney and the other boy: You’ve got a week and a half… if you’re going to get sick or break a bone in 2013, it needs to be now. Shit.
Tomorrow I’m going to set aside three hours, for yard work. Unless it rains, of course. I have to get my arms around it, before it goes full-Vietnam out there. The bushes need some tending-to, and the grass is getting shaggy. If it’s still this humid tomorrow, I’ll probably lose 10 pounds. But that’s the only positive.
I know, I know. I have two teenage boys… Why aren’t they doing it? They do, sometimes. However, they’re half-assed, like I was at their age. I learned, early on, that if I did a less-than-stellar job with it, my dad would just say “screw it” and do it himself. Clearly, they’ve adopted the same strategy. I need to whip it into shape, and turn them loose on the maintenance phase of the game, over the next few weeks.
Also, I’m waiting on a few important emails, and I’m the world’s most impatient man. It’s driving me insane, but I have to pretend it isn’t. That’s “professionalism,” right? Creating various illusions, and whatnot? Grrr…
So, there you go. That pretty much covers it. It’s a dynamic situation, though: always changing. In an hour I might have a baker’s dozen new things to add. We’ll just have to see how it goes.
And now it’s your turn. In the comments section feel free to unburden yourself. Make full use of the Surf Report Portal o’ Complaints.
And I’ll be back tomorrow, at some point. If there’s no rain, it might be late in the day. ‘Nam awaits.
Have a great day, my friends!