And all that shit...

At work, I recently called a client to inform him his watch had been repaired and was ready to go. He replied "And they replaced the battery and all that shit?" Not that the word offends me, but I would expect people to use some propriety when dealing with a classy establishment.

I recently had the opportunity to meet my family in Galena, IL for a weekend getaway. The town was a major mining and shipping center in the 19th century. It still has many of the old buildings and some old school charm. It is located in the "driftless area" where glaciers did not affect the terrain. Therefore it is much more hilly than most of the Midwest. It was supposed to rain the ENTIRE weekend, but fortunately it stopped enough for us to enjoy some activities such as horseback riding in the hills. At the museum, I waxed philosophical when I saw some old photos of people. I looked into their eyes and wondered what they dreamed, what they liked, what made them happy, what made them sad... It is somewhat comforting to know that the human condition is so universal. However, it is staggering to realize how little our lives truly are. It is so important to make our mark on our own little sphere of influence.

Speaking of rain, I am reminded of how I was driving to work the other day in a downpour. I saw some sorority bitches standing awfully close to the street (and not in a crosswalk). Now, I didn't speed up, but I can't say I slowed down either. The geyser of water thrown from the wheels of my car as I splashed through the puddles on the street DRENCHED them. I could barely hear some screams from the doused damsels as I drove on. I wish I could say I felt bad, but it actually made my morning!

The weather lately has been absolutely astounding. It's gotten unseasonably cooler, but the sun has been out in full force. I was planning on spending a lot of time outside today along with doing many errands as this was my first non-traveling day off since Labor Day. For some reason I was a little out of sorts today however. I didn't do much which made me depressed, and then I didn't do much because I was depressed. I hate how I can be my own worst enemy. I did snap out of it this evening and got some things done including a three hour workout at the gym. Exercise to the rescue!

I miss my Eddy G more every day. I finally worked out some times to go visit him. I hope that politics and baseball (Cubs' magic number is down to 2!!) can continue to help keep me distracted from the ache of not having him around. Thankfully, the little dog is a great cuddler!