A Better Day Today

Today I did not feel like that character from L'il Abner, the one who was always walking under a rain cloud:



I did sleep last night, and woke up with a headache. I thought it might go away once I got up and moving -- it sometimes does -- so I tried that, turned the TV on, was taking my meds, and on TV, they mentioned today's date: December 17. Today is my 17th re-birthday. I had my brain surgery 17 years ago today.

It was my first smile of the day, a big one.

I made some scrambled eggs, and took some excedrin, the kind with caffeine in it.

It snowed last night, no more than an inch, but changed to rain early this morning, so I had some heavy gunk to scrape off the car, and I was thinking how last year I never saw snow, because all of it happened while I was bedridden. Huh.

I got to school and started chattering away to the SCM and thought man, that caffeine is good shit. Another smile.

I started typing and realized that my neck did not hurt today. Smile.

I looked up from me desk and saw the pillar six feet in front of me that blocks my view and thought that in the old library, I would just move the furniture. And then I realized that my desk is not nailed down, and neither is the photocopier, and if I switched them, I would be able to see the whole damn library, plus out the door and down the hall.

Biiiig smile.

Now, this is not without complications, because it seems that we now need papal dispensation to move the furniture in our own rooms, but since I need to get the phone and computer outlets moved, the principal has to come and see what I want to do and give his approval. This may be a challenge, but damn, I feel like I'm at least going in the right direction.

So not a bad day, altogether.



WATCHING FRIENDS :: ENTRY #1941
READING: Slam by Nick Hornby