Ahh, as we crest that hill before we plunge into the last couple weeks of the year...
7 thoughts on “December 19, 2021: Roller Coaster”
Well, I (grudgingly) skipped my Sunday nap in a chair and instead got (enough of) the back yard raked up. I'll take it.
Yesterday we made the sandbakkel/mandelmussla cookies, and Mrs Runner made the accompanying homemade ice cream, and today Runner daughter is helping her make their annual gingerbread house (a treehouse this year), so check those off the list.
We are currently unpacking from the ski trip we got back from last night, while simultaneously packing to head out for Minnesota tomorrow morning. The fact that they require the same temperature clothes does make that easier.
In just two weeks, California's snowpack has gone from 18 pct of normal to 98 pct. Yea.
So a rough couple of days for this boyo.
We were in Hartford getting ready for a two-week XMass jaunt in Scandia with family.
The thinking was to use up left-overs in the fridge, one of which was some Bear's BBQ. A mistake. I notice too late that there were sausages in the container that we didn't order. Yikes.
The next morning the down stairs sink got nailed by projectile vomiting. To be followed by 1) tens dozens of trips to the john, which continue even now (e.g. LTE at 2am). 2) I haven't eaten in 3 days. 3) MN-trip cancelled. And all this on top of my Edema journey.
Sorry to hear it, pally. Wishing you a speedy recovery.
So after three days of no food, I had a half of a banana and some raspberries. So far I haven't lost the Game of Thrones...
Here hoping you’re nearly through it. I had a case of food poisoning while on a mission trip to rural Guatemala in 2001 … made me recall the day after my 21st birthday celebration with fondness.
One of my best friends spent more than 20 years in the hospitality industry, from pizza delivery driver up to ownership & general management of his own spot. He was always very serious about his place’s health and food safety protocols, but never more so than after he suffered through a bout of food poisoning similar to what you’re experiencing. Long way of saying, that shit’s no joke.
Well, I (grudgingly) skipped my Sunday nap in a chair and instead got (enough of) the back yard raked up. I'll take it.
Yesterday we made the sandbakkel/mandelmussla cookies, and Mrs Runner made the accompanying homemade ice cream, and today Runner daughter is helping her make their annual gingerbread house (a treehouse this year), so check those off the list.
We are currently unpacking from the ski trip we got back from last night, while simultaneously packing to head out for Minnesota tomorrow morning. The fact that they require the same temperature clothes does make that easier.
In just two weeks, California's snowpack has gone from 18 pct of normal to 98 pct. Yea.
So a rough couple of days for this boyo.
We were in Hartford getting ready for a two-week XMass jaunt in Scandia with family.
The thinking was to use up left-overs in the fridge, one of which was some Bear's BBQ. A mistake. I notice too late that there were sausages in the container that we didn't order. Yikes.
The next morning the down stairs sink got nailed by projectile vomiting. To be followed by 1) tens dozens of trips to the john, which continue even now (e.g. LTE at 2am). 2) I haven't eaten in 3 days. 3) MN-trip cancelled. And all this on top of my Edema journey.
Sorry to hear it, pally. Wishing you a speedy recovery.
So after three days of no food, I had a half of a banana and some raspberries. So far I haven't lost the Game of Thrones...
Here hoping you’re nearly through it. I had a case of food poisoning while on a mission trip to rural Guatemala in 2001 … made me recall the day after my 21st birthday celebration with fondness.
One of my best friends spent more than 20 years in the hospitality industry, from pizza delivery driver up to ownership & general management of his own spot. He was always very serious about his place’s health and food safety protocols, but never more so than after he suffered through a bout of food poisoning similar to what you’re experiencing. Long way of saying, that shit’s no joke.