Well, not exactly, but I will be doing this:
and this:
And BTW, I can't thank all of you enough for donating to my Hustle up the Hancock. You know who you are and this week I'll even have time to thank you all individually.
Tonight was my last day at work for 7 days, oh glory be! I'm not sure when I last had 7 whole days off in a row. Also, I broke my streak in which my last day before a break means some disaster happens. Like a bunch of hemophiliacs in a glass bus crashes into a nun convention. Or something. Anyway, quiet day at work. Took care of one awefully cute lil baby and even got to rock her and feed her and possibly sing to her, real low so no one would hear. Possibly the 2nd cutest baby on the planet, but much smaller than the Pooter. Like, 75% smaller. Cute little nugget.
Anyway, I'll be spending the next few days cleaning and spending quality time with the family before I jets off to sunny Chicago. (It's sunny this time of year? Right, Steve?) And I promise to have lots of pictures to post and maybe some actual writing content when I get back. Wish me and my quadricepts luck. We're going to need it.
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It's sunny, TC -- you should have seen it the other day!!! The sky was incredible -- a beautiful, vivid blue and the brightness was almost blinding.
The wind was gusting 20-30 MPH, or is it more appropropriate to measure that in nauts? Whatever -- when the wind whips up like that and it's 4 below to start with -- it almost makes you forget about the sun, if you happen to be out in it...
Laura's kind of a wuss when it comes to weather like this -- no sense of adventure. I wandered over to the coffee shop... She knows they don't have a double door and it can get nippy in there... Really -- they have good baklava, so who cares -- and you could only see the patrons breath when they were sitting near the door. OK, it was 4-5 tables away from the door. By the time I left my nipples could cut glass...
I love winter -- I actually always have... With my lousy, CF lungs, that really took decent care of me and kept me alive for almost 40 years -- it was so much easier to breathe in the cold air... Even bitter cold... It was the heat and humidity that was a killer. Ironically, we have that too...
But with these new girly lungs -- it just doesn't matter anymore -- heat, humidity, bitter cold, altitude, I scoff at all of it... It's been almost eight years and it still amazes me every single day... Taking a breath of bitter-cold air that shocks as it goes in -- and feeling it spread to my toes...
I think of her every single day, TC...
Love,
Steve
p.s. I'm glad you're coming out -- I'm going to enjoy giving you a hug...
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