Monday, October 14, 2013

Vacay Over

Tip tomorrow I swear to God. I’m pouting today. My vacation is over and I have to go back to work. Woe is me. I mean work is okay, but as they say – the worst day of golf, fishing, traveling, reading, and being a general pain in the ass, is better than the best day at work. 
Oh well. I have this habit. I only take vacation in the fall and spring. They’re my faves. 
Back to the grind. I have a lot to do. A big meeting tomorrow and a bigger meeting next week. A gagillion emails I’m sure and some phone messages from people I forgot to do something for. Ho, hum.
I’ve been working on a novel – an action novel. It’s coming along pretty well. I’m about 12,000 words into it. I’ve been thinking about rewriting my cancer book and shopping it to a publisher. I put it out in the format I did – diary – to make it inexpensive and easy to get to. My marketing has been for poop, I need to work that.
Buzz is watching me type. In recent months he has become my shadow and resident bed hog. It’s kind of reassuring. WE have good conversations – noLance Pinkham he doesn’t answer back.
You ever hear that Neil Diamond song “I am I said?” I feel that way today – Lost between two shores. I don’t know why. I wonder if everyone 55+ feels that way or is it just cancer survivors. Sometimes I wish I were more reserved and quiet. I don’t know how quiet people do it. It’s just not me. I think I let too many people in. Oh well.
Can you believe the Red Sox pulled that off last night and won? When I turned it off it was 5-1 Detroit when I wake up it’s 6-5 Boston. I’m stunned.
I redid my garage gym and now I just need to use it I gained a few pounds on vacay from snacking, drinking booze, and eating wonderful food. I am going to knock off 20 pounds. When I get too heavy my scar hurts.
Well gotta go and serve the citizens of Delaware.


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