View From the Bushes

My shoulder felt ever so slightly better this morning, not much but every little bit counts. Noticing that I can't turn my neck very well, my co-workers have started mimicking that fact and now every time they talk to me, they make a great show of having to turn their entire body to look at something. It reminds me of when my jaw was wired shut and my friends would all poke fun of me by speaking through clenched teeth. Maybe the moral of all this is I need to find some new people to hang out with.

I picked a friend up from the airport this morning. This particular friend is studying to become a Dominican priest. He's been at it for (what seems like) 10 years and he still has another 4 years before he's actually ordained, so it's worse than trying to become a doctor. They've done some remodeling at the airport since I was last there for GenCon. It used to be that the security check point was on the first floor between ticketing and baggage claim. It still basically is, but now it's up one floor. This puts it directly in line with the skywalk to the parking garage. I'm not sure if Friday Mornings are particularly busy or not, but this morning the line stretched halfway down the skywalk. I can imagine that on a really busy day the line will end somewhere in the parking garage.

Getting back to the topic of the shoulder... That muscle relaxant is powerful stuff (but like I said, I'm kind of a wimp when it comes to that). I barely remember yesterday afternoon, to say nothing of the blog. I noticed when I looked at it today that somehow I slipped in a duplicate sentence right at the end. It's since been removed, but I certainly have no idea how it got there. Feels like I'm starting to drift a little bit, so I better end it here before I start talking about the pickled wisdom of the cabbage.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross