On being sick
There is something inherently wrong with being wrapped up in a blanket camping out inside while its nearly 90 degrees outside. I spent all day yesterday doing just fine. Felt great!
Then I woke up this morning, completely congested. I couldn't breathe much at all. Though I did go to work, I only made it halfway through the day. Now I've spent half a day doing absolutely nothing.
I swear to god this better pass before my son is born. I will not be utterly sick with a newborn in the house. For that matter, I better not get my pregnant wife sick.
Robbed
Can't I get a break? I walked out to my truck this morning in an effort to go to work, only to find that my Garmin Nuvi had been stolen out of my truck. At least one minor grace is the fact that no damage was done to my truck. Had that happened, I probably would have freaked.
I can deal with a missing GPS unit. That doesn't bother my too badly. What bothers me more is the invasion of privacy. I don't like the fact that someone was that close to my house... in my driveway... in my vehicle. My borders have been violated.
Not happy.
At least I registered the unit with Garmin, so I was able to retrieve my serial number. Now if it would only turn up at a pawn shop...
Morning Progress
Can it be? Am I finally getting my morning routine together? Lately it has seemed that no matter what I do, I'm leaving the house late in my quest to get to work. With all our wonderful South-east Michigan construction, I just can't win.
Thanks to sites like lifehacker.com and unclutterer.com, in addition to mobile apps like Astrid, I think I'm starting to get a bit more organized. Only took 30 years. At least now I'm setting reminders to myself to prepare my morning coffee the evening before.
Hopefully it will stick.