200 Miles

So me and martinis really mix well.  It is a mutual adoration, they love me to make them and I love to drink and share them.  In moderation, this was a good thing, good with olive on the side.

With a martini in my hand, I accepted an indecent proposal to join a fundraising team and complete the 200 mile Ride for Aids.  200!

This felt like a good idea.  It felt good until I woke up and started to realize the 200 miles.

Sick Day

So I probably should have stayed home on Friday.  A head cold hit me at the beginning of last week and I kept chalking it up to dry air.

Really, I thought it was dry air.

It was "dry air" in my head until

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bought netflixs

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steamed my head like it was broccoli

...and finally felt better.

Sick Day

So I probably should have stayed home on Friday.  A head cold hit me at the beginning of last week and I kept chalking it up to dry air.

Really, I thought it was dry air.

It was "dry air" in my head until

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could excuse it any more

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didn't leave the house

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steamed my head like it was broccoli

...and finally felt better.

Dry Air

Radiator heat provides consistent warming of my apartment and also some really dry air.  

Guess which body part really dislikes dry air?

Just guess?

Finished?

Nothing naughty now

Have an idea

Well, here it is, my sinuses.  

Yes, the sinus cavity really is disliking the air. I wake up with puffy eyes and extreme pressure and will be reaching for the medication soon as the humidifier is not enough.  

On the bonus side...

...my place is toasty warm.

Wall of Vines

   
   50 mile/hour wind today!  Luckily, most of the gusts were much less fierce.  Watching the green leaves 

Phones on the El

So on the way home today, I heard half of a conversation on the el.  It wasn't my conversation nor my curiosity that gave me that half.  The half came from the person's loud voice.

These loud conversations can be categorized into a few groups:

1. Too personal drama loving -  Way too personal and way too dramatic for a public discussion.  Really, don't break up with a guy while riding in a train full of strangers to work.  These conversations usually include cursing and mentioning of body parts or bedroom acts that are best left to the confines of walls.  No one really wants to hear about your love life, but say it out loud on a train and we all know.  
2. The Uber Busy -  Wow! Life can get full fast, but condense the thoughts and schedule into a neat format and I'm sure there's a app to share it.  These people discuss the minute details of future or past plans with speed and intensity.  Calm down, breathe, and think before you speak.  It is always a pleasure to be in the company of those so important. 
3. Statement makers -  We are part of your conversation and that's what I had today.  The person was discussing race in Chicago while in a full train and we were the captive audience.  Blanket statements were stated in a loud tone with eyes looking for anyone to become an active participant.  It was more like fishing than anything else. 

But then we all get off the train and head home.  These conversations, while annoying in the moment, become jokes or stories later. 

The Vet

Charlie went to the vet today for the first time.  He was not impressed.

She said I needed to "train" him to eat cat food. 

Two questions:
What cat doesn't like canned food?
Who can train a cat?

Peer pressure is one thing, but the cat picked me. I did not pick him. Charlie has the job of training me to behave and accept his love and litterbox cleaning. 

Train a cat? I am smarter than to try it. 

The First Day

It was good to get Charlie...

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           ....... maybe I have a few more emotions that "good" about coming home with him.


But now he's home

Charlie at the Vet

Charlie went to the vet today for the first time.  He was not impressed.

She said I needed to "train" him to eat cat food. 

Two questions:
What cat doesn't like canned food?
Who can train a cat?

Peer pressure is one thing, but the cat picked me. I did not pick him. Charlie has the job of training me to behave and accept his love and litterbox cleaning. 

Train a cat? I am smarter than to try it.

Being Good

  Some times, being good requires more effort than others.