Up All Night?

You know how sometimes your schedule gets all out of whack?  Well I'm right in the middle of that.  Like right now, as I type this.  When you read this, I hope to be in whack.  That's a term right?

So I'm sick.  

I feel asleep sometime around 5 PM.  I woke up a few minutes later and marched right up into my bedroom.  I just woke up.  It's almost midnight.  This puts me in an odd spot, particularly for tomorrow. 

It's not often that I fall ill so I wonder how this happened.  I'm a big fan of going back and retracing my steps to figure out where a problem, or change came from in the first place.

BTW, this is how I felt earlier.  Damn you Ferris!

OK so my best three guesses include:

1.  It was FREEZING in the media room at Verizon on Monday.  There was an arctic blast that everybody was complaining about.  I mean it was pretty nice outside and all but there was absolutely no reason for the AC to be crankin' like that.  NONE.

2.  My colleague from Comcast - Ben - was sick.  I sat next to him during the game.  This may have been a poor decision, for a variety of reasons.  I kid, I kid!

3.  Later in the night I was out in the rain for a bit, so it could have been that.  It actually felt pretty good so I'm not high on this guess.  

OK I'm out of ideas.  Like most things in life, it's probably a collection of all three added up.

So you know who is a great 'being sick' buddy?  Rocky.  He's always ready to take a nap.  I'm actually pretty jealous that he can fall asleep so quick.  It's a skill that I really wish I had full command over.

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Anybody have any plans for the weekend of January 5th?  

Flights to Miami are pretty cheap ($200) and for the first time since 1988, Notre Dame is in the National Title game.  Plus, I'm anticipating the weather to be pretty awesome.  

I'll expand on this idea more next time.

Goodnight

Robert

Tis the Season....to blog :)

Hello, friends.

Look, I know.  I know.

I almost never post here anymore.  I could give you reason X and reason Y, but they're really nothing more than excuses and NOBODY likes those, so, we move on.

Actually this post will double - will double - my output for the year!  See what I did there?

Let me see if I can add some personal content between now and the end of the year, which is more commonly known, at least around my house, as my Birthday.

Tomorrow when we wake up it will be December 10th.  That's awesome!  Both the waking up part and the time of year part.

It's also scary.

It's scary because this is the absolute best time of the year and I'm a bit concerned - no I'm VERY concerned - that's it going by far too quickly.  I mean just today I was buying more Christmas lights.  I should already be done with that little chore.  Ah, Christmas lights.  More on this in a second.

Look, aside from the weather, and I actually enjoy the seasons, everything is better right now.  But like everything, it doesn't last for long.  We gotta get on this.  Well, I need to get on this.

Free advice, go out as much as possible.  Eat/drink, just some good ol' fashioned people watching at the mall, whatever.  As much time out and about enjoying those Christmas lights has to be the goal for the next two weeks.  You know what makes any restaurant better?  Well besides good company and an ugly sweater of course.  Its Christmas lights, inside.  It's a match made it heaven.

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Ha, so I just read my last post on here.

I was a bit off, or at least very generous, with Rocky's weight.  It was more like 130, not 118.  Well, no bother.  I'm going to take the big kid in to get weighed tomorrow but, at the time of his last check, he was 98 lbs.

But yeah, Rock-O is doing really well.  I'm really glad that the awesome staff at Village Vet didn't start referring to him as the 'Miracle Dog' until after he was basically well on his way towards a comeback.  I'd have been a bit freaked out had that moniker been tossed around so freely during times of complications.

You know it's funny, I consider myself to be fairly strong, even after one shoulder surgery and still in the need of another one, but that 30 lbs that he lost, makes a HUGE difference in picking him up.  Seriously, huge. ---

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OK, time to fall asleep.  In keeping with the spirit of the season, I'll leave you with one of my favorite Christmas Songs...

Until next time, I'm Robert, and it's been a pleasure...

No Dog Left Behind

It's been a hot summer.

You know it's hot when anything cooler than 90 degrees seems reasonable.  For the most part I can handle the heat. It's just something that you sorta get used to after awhile.  Especially with a little help from a great invention called air conditioning.

Well the same can't be said for my best friend, my second in command.  I am of course referring to Rocky, my 11-year old black lab that is weighing in the neighborhood of 118 lbs or so at the moment.  To put his current physique in perspective, he's been as high as 141 and as low as 105 during his 'adult' life.  I think it's also worth noting that the term adult applies to age only as his maturity level seems to rival mine at times.

OK let's just be honest, Rock-O wasn't built for this weather, nor will he ever get used to it.

All of this leads me to my main point which fascinates me.  Under no circumstances must Rocky be alone.  Heat be damned.  While I sit outside on my back deck in the sweltering July heat, Rocky has to be close by, even if it means a non-stop panting show.

I try my best to keep him inside under the cool watch of the AC, but the second I shut the door, he starts banging on it with his big paws to come back outside.  It makes no sense but it's a game we play.

Here's a picture of him waiting to come outside to experience, yet again, the horrifying heat -

This is where the line starts to get outside.

Well that's it for today.  Just thought I'd post a personal blog post.  It's been awhile.

Peach brah