March was a weird month. I actually got outside and did exercise. That’s how weird it was.
Doesn’t sound weird to you? Talk to my doctor. (Actually, if you do talk to my doctor, you probably won’t find out anything. He’s pretty HIPAA compliant. So… just go with it.)
The weather, for those of you who just woke up from a coma, has been unusually warm. We actually got into the 80s a couple of . . . → Read More: March out
Salt Lake City – distant storm at dusk (click for bigger view)
Last week I went on my first trip to Salt Lake City, Utah. I will probably repeat this later… that is one beautiful part of the country.
But before I got there, I had to get on a plane 1800 miles away. And that plane was 2 hours from my house. And it took off at 7am. That means I had to . . . → Read More: My Utah trip, or how I could have died at 6400 feet
I’ve realized something about myself. I hate changing state. That’s at the core of my being. I don’t like the act of changing my current condition. It almost doesn’t matter what my current condition is. I may not even like my current condition that much. I just don’t like going to a different condition.
If I’m asleep, I don’t want to get up.
If I’m awake, I don’t want to stop what I’m doing to . . . → Read More: Changes of state