Lunch Time
Robin is hanging out with me while I eat lunch and watch today’s new episode of Constellation. No idea where Lily is. She’s most likely hiding in Harry’s closet.
Haiku for You #160
A haiku for you inspired by my current health situation.
A nasty head cold.
Sniffly, stuffy, achy.
I just want to sleep.
She Looks Like I Feel
I’d really like to go to sleep for a while, but I can’t seem to make it happen. I’m pretty sure sleeping is the only thing that’s going to get me over this cold, but so far I’ve got nothing.
Four Years
Today is March 13, 2024. It’s the fourth anniversary of the world turning upside down.
Four years ago today was a Friday. At 5:30pm, when the work day ended, my staff and I packed up our desks and brought everything home. We were told that for the next couple of weeks we, meaning everyone in the entire company, would be working from home. The goal being to ride out this Covid-19 thing. Social distance, shelter in place, keep everyone healthy so that we don’t overrun the hospitals.
Today is the fourth anniversary of the start of the Covid-19 lockdown. Well, it’s the start of things for me. My wife had already been working from home for two days by that point.
Four years later and Covid-19 is still a thing. So much so that I am going to take a rapid test today to see if my sore throat is a Covid symptom or not. We’re still working from home more than not. Three days home, two days in the office. Nothing is quite back to normal, though it’s reasonably close now. At least we can go out and do stuff now, even if there’s still a chance of getting sick.
We are adjusting, I guess. It’s never going to not be a thing, but at least we’re managing.
Happy fourth Covid-aversary, folks. Celebrate by wearing a mask or something. HoHoCoughCoughCoughHo.
So Many to Chose From
Well, ol’ Robbie was fully enveloped by a nasty head cold by the time he went to sleep last night. Last week his wife dealt with it and was pretty much better by yesterday. For poor ol’ Robbie though, he got to the airport to pick up his step daughter and felt a little twinge in his throat. Uh oh. Two hours later he was planning on calling in sick to work the next day (today). Now he’s sitting on the couch with a nose too stuffy to breathe through and a throat sore enough that breathing hurts. Yippee.
What was I talking about (and why was he doing it in third person)?
Oh yeah, the daily writing prompt. TV series or movies that I’ve watched more than five times. There are a lot of them. I’m old. They pile up.
Star Wars. All of them. I’ve watched them all at least five times. Probably closer to 50 times. I can watch ’em over and over and over again. All of them. The same can be said of most of the Star Trek movies. The good ones at least. Not the one Shatner directed, but the ones that are worth watching. The top of the line Marvel movies are probably over five views by now. Winter Soldier, Infinity War, Endgame. Antman too, which is odd. Harry watched that puppy over and over again when it first hit iTunes.
As for TV shows, I don’t know if I’ve ever hit five views of anything. Dead Like Me is probably close. So is The League. The Mandalorian isn’t there yet, but it will be some day. Same with Andor. Maybe I might give Andor another watch while I’m sitting here sick today. Yellowjackets might be another show that hits five views. It’s at two right now and it’s only been out for a bout two years. The Walking Dead might get there too. I’m in a rewatch now. Season one has probably hit five views. I can’t think of anything else right now. I’m too sick.
Wish me luck today.
Prep for Spring
The three birdhouses are cleaned out and hung on a tree that isn’t too close to the house so hopefully they will all attract a family this year.
In other news, my wife was sick with a nasty cold all last week. Today, while sitting in the Logan Airport Terminal B baggage claim number 10, waiting for my step daughter’s plane to land, I thought to myself… huh… is that a sore throat? Now here we are seven hours later and I feel like garbage. It’s my turn with the nasty cold.
Shit.
Curling
I just asked the wordpress.com A.I. Assistant this question: Why is curling a thing?
Curling has a rich history dating back to the 16th century in Scotland, where it originated as a popular pastime during the long winter months. The sport involves players sliding stones on a sheet of ice towards a target area, while teammates use brooms to sweep the ice in front of the stone to control its speed and direction. Over time, curling has evolved into a highly strategic and competitive sport, with a dedicated global following. Its appeal lies in the skillful combination of precision, strategy, teamwork, and the unique dynamic of the game being played on ice. Additionally, the social aspects of the sport, including camaraderie and sportsmanship, contribute to its enduring popularity.
This whole post is an inside joke kinda thing, but apparently there are people who play the sport of Curling in Georgia… a place that doesn’t have ice. Who knew? Atlanta has twice had an NHL team. The first one booked it out of town and ended up in Calgary, where there is a lot of ice. The other booked it out of town and ended up in Winnipeg, where there is also a lot of ice.
So yeah… curling… in Georgia. Who knew?
This isn’t meant to bad mouth Curling. During every Winter Olympics, whenever I stumble across Curling I find myself completely fascinated with it, even though I have zero knowledge of anything that’s happening. It’s kinda weird and almost creepy. Still, come February 2026, when we have the next Winter Olympics, you can bet your bottom (Canadian) dollar that I’ll find myself glued to the TV.
Speaking of the NHL, the Bruins got spanked by the Blues last night. It made me sad. I need the Bruins to go on a nice win streak. Granted, I’d rather they play crappy for a while now than have them do it in the playoffs like they did last year.
Zakim Bridge


Haiku for You #159
It’s haiku for you time. This one is brought to you by my planned adventure for later this afternoon.
Back to the airport,
to pick up my step daughter.
Where’s that cell phone lot?



