I passed out in the upstairs bedroom not long after making the last post and dreamt that I had a brand new pair of glasses and the world was new and full of sharp edges again. I woke up in quite the opposite situation.
After toiling away two hours I decided it was time to find my glasses and we took a stick and a rake and started shuffling the snow around in the vicinity we figured they'd be and 45 minutes later I am sitting here with my less-than-perfect-but-at-least-I-can-read vision again.
I am now filled with confidence that I can meet my deadlines, even if my specs are now an amputee and missing an arm. I'm foolishing playing with the idea of drinking a lot of coffee again to pump it up, though I feel that if I do that I may have some sort of overload and go into cardiac arrest. Nothing like fear to motivate the lazy, though, right?
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