"How's the week treating you?"
"Like I slept with its wife."

I've had better weeks. I can't go into detail publicly about the main problem, since it's related to that part of my life that I don't write about online, but feel free to hit me up with a private message if you want to know. Let's just say that it was abruptly not a part of my life any more, ten minutes after I got back. I'm making arrangements and I should be able to recover.

The other thing that made the week a lousy one is the flu. I spent three days in and out of bed, hacking my lungs out the whole time. The fever didn't exact give me a clear frame of mind for dealing with the other problem. I'm recovering now, just as Kelly has come down with it. I know that it's caused by germs and that being outside unprotected doesn't actually have anything to do with it, but I can't help but think back to that early morning at GooCon when I was the only one awake and decided to play Polar Bear Club in the chilly pool by myself. I guess there's a tendency to find any kind of way to blame yourself for things that go wrong, when sometimes life just plain screws you over. I'll be ok.


Logical Operator

The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »

Eww

Gross is dreaming about eating a bagel slathered with rich cream cheese, then waking up and realizing that "taste" is the bacterial film in your mouth. Go »

Day 178

People have been asking me how the diet is going. I'm still at it, although I cheat much more often than I'd like, so the daily caloric average is now 1500-1800. However, I've been stuck on one seriously cruel plateau. Go »

R.I.P. Pat

Kelly's mother passed away last week. The event had been anticipated for decades: Pat was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes as a child, suffered kidney failure in 1995 and survived on her brother's donated kidney, and had five strokes and five heart attacks and countless operations, including emergency brain surgery in 2007 that changed her personality. She obviously possessed quite an inner resiliency even if she seemed petite and frail on the outside, but it was inevitable that she would someday lose the fight with her own body. Go »

Scott's Car is Dead; Long Live Scott's Car

Is it a reflection of our road-rage culture that a company named Dodge manufactures cars with violent names like Ram, Magnum, Caliber, and Viper? I pondered this at the dealership yesterday during the eternal wait between brief flurries of document-signing so I could buy my first car. It took some doing to get the sunroof and other features I wanted, but I'm now the happy (and relieved) owner of a 2007 Dodge Caliber SXT. Go »

The Serpent

This is the third of four weekly blog posts about diagnoses that have completely changed my life since the pandemic started, after The Dragon and The Tiger. 2020 was hard on all of us. We all lost friends and family. Go »

Screw the Braden River Post Office

I haven't written in this blog lately, and I hate to resume with a negative topic, but I need to vent and this makes a good outlet. I hate junk mail, as longtime TC users may recall from my many rants on the subject. Honestly, I've considered opening a storefront business that offers PO boxes to the public, and pre-filters your junk mail for you. Go »