• A miracle for every moment

    Nothing inspires optimism like a newborn child. Apparently, the same can be said for wonder and amazement. We have such low expectations for a newborn’s abilities; each small feat of physical ability transcends normal development to the realm of the natural wonders of the world.

    “Look at Adam now, he’s so big, look at how well he holds his head up.”

    “Awh, isn’t that just precious, he put his hand in his mouth.”

    “He’s looking at me, he’s looking at me!”

    The real tragedy here is that none of us were conscious enough to take real advantage of the circumstances while we could. The poor kid doesn’t know what he’s missing. By the time he realizes what he missed it will be long gone.

    It breaks your heart.

  • Guilt of Catholic proportions

    It all started last evening with a question, “John, do you want anything from Smokey Joe’s?” My stomach said, “Boy do I!” But my brain intervened, “I guess so.”

    Damn diet.

    It turns out the stomach won out. I had a whole heapin helping of B-B-Q pork with cinnamon apples and steamed broccoli. That first bite of pork, dipped in sauce, it was like manna from heaven. Oh Lord someone catch me cause I’m gonna faint. Yes, it was that good. Ah, but I did manage to moderate my appetite a bit. Rather than stuffing my self silly, I managed to stop eating while there was still some food left. Still, I estimate this one meal had more calories than everything I ate on Saturday. (By some miracle, I managed to stay just below my calorie goal for the day. Good thing I haven’t set a goal for fats.) Hey, no one said that diets were easy.

    Damn diet.

    Alas, after that one quick foray off the wagon I’m back on the diet again. I shoulda saved me some of that broccoli for this morning.

  • A pretty good fit

    The weather matches my state of mind precisely; fog. Looks like I picked a heck of a day to start riding my bike to work again. The important thing is that I got here in one piece. The gimpy ankle stood up to the test, but then there’s not much lateral movement on a bike (not if you do it right anyway). Now if I could just piece together a few coherent thoughts I’ll be just peachy.

    Do you know what would be just the thing right now? How about a 200mg hit of America’s Favorite Stimulant? Ah, but you see, I knew this time would come. Two weeks ago I cleaned out my office, discarding my wonder bottle of Walgreens caffeine supplements. All I’ve got now is a carafe of decaf ice tea. No offense to you tea lovers out there, but that thing is looking pretty useless to me right now. Oh for Sweet Pete’s sake, I don’t even have change for the snack machine!

    “I damn thee to the deepest pits of hell, diet!”