9:09am on Day 16

Nothing new to report today. I did not take a test. I am tired, but I didn’t get to sleep until almost midnight last night so it is likely my fault and not Covid’s. My nose is a little runny, but I’ve been in the cellar all morning and it feels pretty cold down here. When I brought the garbage barrels out to the street this morning it was 47 degrees out. Friggin’ Fall.

I don’t know what to do about work tomorrow. I don’t want to go in if I am still testing positive, even if I know I am not contagious anymore. I don’t want to make my co-workers uncomfortable, and they told me they would absolutely be uncomfortable if I am still testing positive. I guess that settles it then, but when should I try to test again? Tonight? Tomorrow morning? I don’t know. I’ll talk it over with my boss today.

The good news, as far as Covid in our house goes, is that my wife tested negative today! Congratulations, sweetie! You don’t have The ‘Rona anymore! You are ‘Vid-Free at last! More than two weeks of this crap is finally over for you!

Pay Attention

Daily writing prompt
What details of your life could you pay more attention to?

This again? Another question I just don’t want to answer. Too much self reflection is bad for my mental health.

I could pay more attention to my father. I’ve talked to him much more than I usually do over the past week. I think he’s worried about me having Covid. I didn’t talk to him last night. I will try to call him tonight after dinner. I also need to pay more attention to my niece and nephews. Yesterday was my niece’s birthday and I almost missed it. I am terrible.

I can’t say I need to pay more attention to diet and exercise because I already pay WAY too much attention to those things, thanks to the gastric bypass surgery.

I need to pay more attention to being supportive of my wife. We’ve talked about this quite a bit lately. She tells me about something she’s dealing with, or something that’s bothering her, and I leap right into “I can fix this!” mode when all she wants is for me to just listen and lend a sympathetic ear. I end up making her feel worse. I kinda suck like that. I need to do better and think before I start talking. I should be able to do that, but for some reason I just fail left and right.

Okay then, if I keep pulling on these introspective threads I am going to make myself miserable. This is enough for now. It’s 7:04am, I am eating a protein bar for breakfast and now I am going to click that little blue “publish” button.

Rest in Peace

Two Boston sports legends passed away this week. First, Boston Red Sox hall of famer Tim Wakefield died of cancer.

Wakefield is an absolute legend. There is no way he should have been as dominant as he was throwing those goofy little knuckleballs, but when he was on he was untouchable. Dan Douquette is a hero for eternity for signing this guy after the Pirates cut him. He could have been a villain for all eternity after Aaron Freakin’ Boone hit that playoff series losing walk off home run off of him in 2003, but he was such a pro and the roll model team player that he was able to rise above it. Taking one for the team as the Yankees were pummeling us in game three in 2004 and thus saving the bullpen to spark the comeback that lead to the Red Sox breaking their 86 year world series drought sure helped to win the doubters back.

Rest in peace, Red Sox hero and two time world series champion, Tim Wakefield.

That was yesterday. Today, we found out we lost former Patriots star tight end Russ Francis.

I am not a football guy, but I sort of was a fan when I was a kid, back in the days when the Patriots were eternally pathetic. I remember Francis from back then… a little bit. I think I may have had his football card, and he was a pro bowl caliber player at a time when the Pats were league renown door mats. I can’t remember actually seeing him play at all. I didn’t get football enough to know who was doing what back in those days, but I do remember hearing his name on the game broadcasts and I knew it was bad news when he left.

Rest in peace, Russ Francis.

As I said, it’s been a bad couple of days for Boston sports fans.

Photo a Day

I did my morning routine in the cellar today, unlike the past two weeks where I’ve done it in the living room and had the cats hanging out by the windows for my morning photo-a-day moments. Today we’re back to the guitars. Now I just have to work up the energy to… ya know… actually play the guitars.

Black and white filter today, just for schnitzengiggles.

32/365
32/365

Top Priority

Daily writing prompt
What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

You want my number one priority for tomorrow? It’s only 6:18am right now, you don’t want my priority for today? Okay… I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Maybe I’ll give both.

My number one priority for tomorrow, Tuesday October 3, 2023, partially depends on what happens today. First and foremost must be to no longer have Covid-19. I am planning on testing today, but as soon as I made that decision I sneezed so… yeah. Other top priorities for tomorrow include doing whatever needs to be done to help any of my customers that might need help, closing my activity watch rings and hitting my food and water goals for the day. Fun stuff like that.

My number one priority for the coming day is to take that Covid-19 home test that I mentioned and have it be negative. I am positive I will achieve the first piece of that goal, but also pretty sure I will not achieve the second piece. Other goals include restarting my exercise routine again, hopefully without completely wiping myself out with Covid-19 fatigue symptoms. As soon as I publish this post I am going to have a faux run (running in place, or jogging in place which I pronounce yogging, with a soft J). I haven’t done this routine in two weeks, thanks Covid, so I am a little nervous, but here goes. Also, goals for today include all of the helping customers stuff I mentioned as goals for tomorrow. That’s pretty important.

Okay, so the prompt asked for tomorrow’s priority and I gave today and tomorrow. Two priorities for the price of one! You’re welcome, internets!