My stomach is still a mess. Is it better than it was when I last posted? Maybe a little bit. I had a very small protein snack an hour ago and while it initially made me feel worse, maybe it opened the door to some minor improvement. Who knows.
Again, if the occasional day like this is the price I have to pay for the weight loss success that gastric bypass surgery gave me, then I absolutely will pay it. No hesitation.
That doesn’t mean today hasn’t sucked though. Oh, it has.
Today’s haiku is brought to you by the stomach ache that I thought would go away when I had something to eat but did not.
My angry stomach,
Would not be easily fixed.
Call this a bad day.
Do you trust your instincts?
Daily writing prompt
Back in the ’90’s I was in an all original music rock band and we had a song called “Instinct“. Does that have any bearing on any of this crap? No. No, it does not.
Do I trust my instincts? Hell no, I do not. I guess I don’t entirely mistrust them either, but generally speaking the first thought I have after responding to a gut feeling is something along the lines of, that was probably a mistake.
As an analyst type of guy who loves statistics, I wish I had some numbers on how often instinct is accurate vs inaccurate. I expect that it is more accurate than not, but who knows.
While I often doubt myself, when I have one of those feelings and share it with someone else, if the other people doubt me I get pissed and stand by my feelings in a nearly militant fashion. Does that make sense? No, no it does not.
I guess I am just kinda screwy that way. I can doubt me, but you can’t. Ugh, what a nut job.
Trust to your instinct
Written by Neil Peart, Performed by Rush
If it’s safely restrained
Lightning reactions
Must be carefully trained
Heat of the moment
Curse of the young
Spit out your anger
Don’t swallow your tongue
I’m exhausted. My last few nights sleeps have been short and bad. I’m going to try going to sleep an hour-plus earlier than normal in the hopes of better results.
Think it will work?
I’d create a poll so readers can choose yes or no but I’m too tired… and way too lazy.
Sweet dreams, oh my gentle readers and only friends.
Today’s haiku is brought to you by this upcoming weekend.
Thanksgiving weekend,
Is my favorite long weekend.
One more day away.
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?
Daily writing prompt
This one is easy for me. I am a summer kinda guy. Spring is nice, fall is okay, winter is an asshole. Summer? Summer is the man. Therefore my favorite month of the year is a summer month. It could really be any of them, but I am going to go with July. Why?
Summer starts in June and June is great. Summer ends in September so September is kind of a jerk. August is great, but while summer doesn’t end in that month, it sort of does. Summer vacation for the kids ends in August so that’s a bummer. Also, the weather often starts cooling off by the end, so that’s depressing. Worst of all is just the knowledge that the good times are about to end. It’s just sad on an existential level.
That leaves July. Also, July has a big summer holiday here in the United States. Independence Day is July 4th. We celebrate with cookouts and family and by just embracing the wonderfulness that is the summer time. I love it. Those are the reasons why July is my favorite month.
How about a couple of honorable mentions. June and August are obviously favorites thanks to the weather. February is another favorite, despite the freezing cold and constant threat of snow. My step son and my wife both have birthdays in February. One of my nephews does too. May is notable too as my step daughter’s birthday is in May. Mine is too, but I’m old so who cares. October is also notable because about 400 of my relatives were born in October.
So there you have it. My favorite month is July. Now that you know that, you can get on with your day. Have a good Tuesday, everyone.
Today’s (theoretically) daily haiku for you is brought to you by sleep.
I’m tired today.
Last night’s sleep was pretty bad.
I could use a nap.
What is your favorite place to go in your city?
Daily writing prompt
Boston, Massachusetts. My city. For my entire life it’s been this shining beacon of awesome sitting 20-30 miles to the South. I don’t have a favorite place in the city. I have a hundred favorite places in the city, maybe more. Here are a few of them, my personal highlights if you will.
Okay… I am going to stop now. There are probably a couple of dozen more places that I love, but if I keep going I am going to spend hours writing this post and I’ll be late for work. Suffice to say that I love the holy hell out of the great city of Boston. There are other cities that I love, but Boston is mine. Boston is home.
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