Thank goodness!

Have you ever woke up in the morning with a headache of epic proportions? Do you know what it is like to have pain that starts at the base of your skull, radiates up towards your forehead, and feels like someone is trying to remove your head with a giant bottle opener? Does Ibuprofen work for you? Personally, I love Motrin.

Like many of the weeks before this, the end of this entry comes to you from The Florida Allergy and Immunology Center. On my way here I drove through some of the most ominous clouds I’ve seen. The talk in the media suggests that a cold front is coming our way. Well, well, well. I like it when it rains and I like it when it gets cold, so it looks to be a banner evening in the Kauffman house tonight and tomorrow.

Illness returned to our lives this week. Beth missed a day of school and I missed a day of work. We traveled to the doctor’s office to check things out. It turns out our things check out mostly fine. We then headed over to my allergist’s office for my shots. I thought Beth would get a kick out of seeing someone else get shots for a change, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with that scene. Just the idea of someone getting shots was upseting and she had to leave the room. The shot nurse took it all in stride, proving that our unique quirks sometimes are not so unique.

What a contrast: we had the glee of Friday matched with the gloom of a rainy day. What does it say about me if I like the gloom of a rainy day? I got up early, rode my rollers (imagine the place where bicycle meets treadmill), showered, shaved, and drove to work. The rain began to fall and I plugged away at work, happy for no specific reason other than general contentment.

By the time I post this entry, it will be the 31st anniversary of my birth into this world. After last year, this one does not seem all that important. When you grow up the milestone birthdays seem to be fewer and further between. More importantly, you aren’t nearly as excited to see them pass. Having said that, I feel that it is important to note that I am just as happy to turn 31 as I was to turn 26, or 28.

I sit here just minutes before I am to embark on another day at work. I am dressed for success, I am freshly bathed, and sufficiently feed for a busy morning in court. Now if I could just wake up.

I have the impression that people see me as a thin person. Until about three years ago I shared this image of myself. It was always something I took for granted. Then I discovered my midsection. It is the region between your rib cage and your hip bones. Ideally, I would not have a midsection, not that you would notice anyway. For many years I didn’t. Then one day I woke up to the fact that there was some convexity where there used to be concavity. Most people would say that I’m still not overweight (at least I hope so), but I’ve noticed and I don’t like it. I’m not losing any sleep over it though.

I’ve been away for only three days now, but it has been great. Tomorrow I’ll go back, but only for two days, then were off to Sanibel and more relaxation. Yes!

My life is by no means perfect. At times my wants and desires lie far beyond my means. I think the secret is believing what you have is more than enough, embracing the good things in your life, muddling through the so-so, and doing your best to overcome the bad. I doesn’t hurt when there is not so much of the bad to overcome.