The week begins anew. Where are my socks?
Tis once again Monday morning, and life from the homestead continues down the same old path.
A summary of my typical Monday morning:
Not that this weekend was spectacular or anything. I did end up formatting my computer (Windows is a cranky bitch and needs to be blown away about once a year). It’s running well again, so all is good in computerland.
I am a little worried about my server (the machine which hosts this little bundle of love). It’s been a little funny for the last week or so. I had lost a drive in the RAID array and fear that I may lose another. I guess it’s time to get online and attempt to find some matching HP SCSI drives. Hello Visa… goodbye money!
At some point today, I guess I should shower and shave. I have an appointment with my neurosurgeon this afternoon and I guess I should be all presentable and stuffs. Not that he’s gonna do anything to help me (I’ve given up hope on him a while ago but continue to go through the motions. Why? I dunno.). My new doctor has already done more for me in one visit than my neurosurgeon has done in a year. I think I’ll keep him.
Things ought to get a little more exciting for me in a few weeks. I have to fly to Pittsburg on March 17th for two weeks. Between the flight and a couple of weeks lying on a hotel mattress, I ought to be in lovely shape for the return. Unfortunately, because of this trip, I’m going to miss my eldest son’s birthday. I’ll have to do something special to make up for it when I return. I’d love to take him to Nascart Indoor Speedway, but that’s something I’ll have to just watch (I love racing there, but have a feeling it would probably make me wish for a quick death).
That’s about it for today.
At this point, I’m supposed to post some funny image, link, or other mental diarrhea. But today’s post is calorie free.
*the medications wearing off
gonna hurt not a little, alot
keep on tickin’ you’re not lickin’ me