• Tick, tick, tick…

    Thirty minutes is a long time to wait in a doctor’s office lobby. The only thing that makes it tolerable is I know when it will end. It will be exactly a half an hour. When my time is up I get to walk up to the window, assure the nurse that my air passages have not closed up, and leave. A half an hour in the lobby waiting for the nurse to call you back to the exam room, not knowing when you will be called, is much worse.

    Like I need to tell you that. My overdeveloped ability to state the obvious has kicked in again. I’m getting a tremendous sense of deja vu. Have I written this before? Have I written this before?

  • The act of creation.

    My coworkers bemoan my lack of recognition for my work (at work). They ask me why I don’t call attention to myself. Little do they know I’m calling attention to myself right now. Granted, someone would have to be reading this for it to count as “calling attention to myself.” Would you believe me if I told you that the act of creating a useful tool that others might find useful is all the reward I need? There is nothing like the feeling of crafting an elegant, useful tool. My only frustration is that I don’t usually get to use my own creations once they’re done.

  • Here we go again.

    Do you ever tire of hearing about my doctor’s visits? Well, once again the death watch is on. No, they really don’t think the allergy shots will kill me. It’s not likely, anyway.