No, this isn’t a doomsday post; I borrowed the title from the currently playing Iron Maiden song. Classic. Totally worth a listen.
Forgive the sparse updates. I’ve been laid up for the week with the most bitter of fevers that simply refused to break. Something’s been going around town and worked its way into the household. After my Pop caught it (and he never gets seriously sick), it was all downhill from there. My turn finally came on Sunday evening right after Mass. How thoughtful of the virus to let me attend services before attempting to kill me via over-sweating.
I struggled through work for the week mainly because I like getting paid, I had too much shit to do, and people are starting to take their Christmas vacation days. Fine. I’ll stare at a screen for 8+ hours a day with a splitting headache, a mouth drier than British humor, and no desire to actually do anything I actually needed to do. Bah. Adulthood. After a week of this, my efforts were rewarded with a large project due in, oh, a day. “Why?” I ask my Work Overlords. “Because fuck you, that’s why,” they reply as they gleefully make me hike up the mountain of Hoarders and Wasters, forever doomed to impossible tasks.
The past week wasn’t so bad altogether. I got my Christmas shopping done (prior to the fever), though I’m no advocate of the commercialization of the holiday. Rubs me the wrong way it does. On Saturday I chopped wood for our fireplace, and got to stack it all too. I was quite sore the next day, most certainly. I also saw the Hobbit (twice), listed some Warhammer bits on eBay (waaaaagh!), and found my long lost baby blanket. It is just as snuggly and warm and wonderful and protective as I remember. What? Gauls can’t have baby blankets? Piss off.
I suppose it goes without saying I haven’t done much this week diet or exercise related, although I did lose almost five pounds when the fever forced my body to sweat 24/7. So, there’s that. Progress?
I reckon that’s all I’ve for now dearest reader(s). Like I said, been a rather uneventful week for me between fever and work. Hope your Thor’s Day has been swell.
Oh, and one more thing before I have to bugger off back into my pit of despair and tech writing. If you think this is a Mayan calender…I hate you. You deserve to be wiped from the planet for such pigheadedness.