The Bloated Man

That's what I am, yeah yeah yeah, the bloated man. Ought to be a song in there somewhere too. With an itchy nose, oh yeah, an itchy nose. He's bloated many from his head down to his toes. He's a bloated man, yeah yeah yeah, a bloated man with an itchy nose. With itchy eyes, oh yeah, and itchy eyes. Continue as you wish, I'm on to the life and times of the day.

Fourteen hours, mostly in the car, from Nashville back to Orlando. Yesterday was twelve hours of the same from Kansas City to Nashville. A whole lot of stops, lunches, dinners, and many stretch and bathroom breaks. It seemed people had bladder emergencies within minutes after the last rest stop. Buying the biggest big gulp drinks wherever they went probably had something to do with that. Obviously, right. So anyway, home again, home again, doodly doo doo. No doo doo yet though, soon, we hope.

A few hours of unpacking (partially), resetting this computer (mostly), and processing emails (fractionally) delyed the upload of this, but here we are now. Still sneezing. All in all it was a wonderful trip. A couple of apologies from mean people helped make the last day and overall trip experience more positive. It didn't make all things right, but it helped me believe maybe they won't deliberately make things wrong next time. Maybe. As mentioned earlier, the mid-west and northern pollens are driving me nuts and hopefully that will pass in a day or few. The pigging out when insane over the last few days, as did the spending, so grumpiness with self is high overall, but glee and wonderfulness is even higher as foolish as that is. Staring tomorrow I mostly fast for the rest of the week. Maybe month.

If I want to live.

Narf :)