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it’s over. the work week is officially over. my wireframes are finished. my notations are finished. my specification would be finished if i could just wrap my feeble brain around one of the measurements. i know it’s right - but for the life of me my brain is keeping me from believing it. i might have to make a physical prototype tomorrow to prove it to myself. or i might  just say the heck with it and catch up on my reading instead. we’ll see what wake-up time brings.

one of my longest-running tastes good drinks - chocolate milk - is starting to taste not-so-good. in fact it’s starting to taste pretty bad. well as long as regular (full-fat and organic) doesn’t fail me i guess i’ll be ok. since i’m getting most of my calories from milk i can’t afford to have it not taste good. i’d have to eat six full boxes of immune boost veggie mix - or three full bags of steamed broccoli (or green beans, or edamame) in order to make up for the intake - and i don’t think my tummy would appreciate that very much. i guess i could force myself to consume four or five large mugs of potato cheese soup each day instead - but see above re tummy, only reverse it.

the skin on my hands and feet are starting to flake again. i’m not sure what’s bringing this on after so long, but it’s happening. and my hands itch like hell for hours on end. (my feet also itch, but not as much or for as long a period of time. yet.) oh well…i had my break and it was nice. now it’s back to the nasty stuff.

well with the work week done i’m going to go treat myself to a little relaxation time before i fall asleep -  and hope that i don’t wake up in a curious position tomorrow morning as i have been for the past few. zachy bear does not like being smothered by kidneys. he fights back with some vile monkey punches that i don’t notice until i get out of bed (and, ultimately, go face-first into a wall, trip over a pair of slippers and step into a trash can - i’m such the physical comedian - yup, sure am).

…golfing in the rain
what a soak-soppy feeling
i’m muddy again

it’s a rainy sunday here in golf course land. the ducks are vying for greenspace with the golfers (who, once again, have had their cushmans taken away) and swimming in the ponds that are randomly forming. the geese are lining up on the other side of the green plotting their next steps. and the golfers themselves are trudging along, club bags slung over lumpy shoulders, muddied by the soil and swinging clubs at golf balls that look more like cow chips than anything else. who needs tv when this much entertainment is right in my backyard (literally)?

today is also the day of the reunion of the former students, faculty and administrators of dear old HCC. i didn’t go. i left it open when i was invited since it is such a day by day thing with me, but a big part of me is glad i chose not to make the trip. i want to see the “kids” for sure. (well, most of them, that is. i can live the rest of my “this life” without ever seeing the handful of privileged little shits whose parents should have been banned by law from breeding.) as far as the former faculty and administrators go, well, i’m sure that 99% didn’t attend. no…i chose not to go because, frankly, i’ve still got a horrible taste in my mouth over what happened to the college - and am still not convinced that its closure wasn’t an event many years in the planning. truth be told, the closure was the best thing that could have happened for the kids. they had their little worlds pulled out from under them and were forced out of the comfort of scenic everett washington and into big new worlds. because of this so many of them are now employed by companies they never ever would have applied to - and living in places they never would have considered - if still comfortable. the horrible taste is with regard to a certain few individuals who more resemble repo men (and women) than academic and business professionals. either that or the ones in question truly are and were dunces.

so with the weekend just about over it’s time to think about the work week (in case some of you are unaware yes, i am employed and working). what needs to definitely get done. what need to possibly get done. what needs immediate attention. what just needs attention. what the chances of my colleagues occasionally paying attention to me are.

on the cancer front, i have to drop by cannibal’s office and pick up a prescription for oxycodone, take it to the pharmacy - then either wait around for it to get filled (while standing on the very reason i’ve got the prescription) or drive home and come back minutes or hours later. now doesn’t that sound like fun?

(don’t you find it curious that in this cancer blog i spend most of my time bitching about a rare side effect of one of the chemos instead of bitching about the cancer itself? hmmm…maybe that should give you a clue.)

during the time i’ve been writing this post i managed to consume a quart of potato cheddar (but no broccoli because i’m all out) chowder. that, most likely, wasn’t a good thing - but it certainly was tasty (wonder of wonders). so what’s a little lead feeling in the belly anyway?

little dog is snoozing off his dinner. the night is new and prime for relaxation, reading and a bubble bath. all is well with the moment.  here’s to its staying that way. and here’s hope your night is as good as mine.