It's been one week since we returned to San Diego. The week has been spent recovering from what will go down as the worst damn road trip I have ever been on. Sure there were no medical emergencies, no missed meals, no time spent in jail, there was just three weeks in limbo, a hot, miserable limbo. Honestly, I wish there was some major malady, at least then there would be a reason to have undergone the torture that Texas inflicted on us.
I know, it sounds dramatic, but I still am unable to sleep. I have so much to catch up on, work, chores around the house, with so little attention span. I sit down to work and a few minutes later I find myself staring at the lawnmower, or joining volkswagen vanagon groups online.
And even though my battle continues to get things in order, at least I am comfortable in my own home, familiar surroundings, and at least I am not sweating like some old, fat, bald man.
Tonight I sit down for what will be my first book review. The book, "Season To Taste: How I Lost My Sense of Smell and Found My Way," is about this woman who lost her sense of smell after getting struck by a van.
I hope it tells me how I can find my way after losing my smell. I highly doubt it.
13 years ago
Glad you finally made it home. Wishing you well friend!
ReplyDeleteInteresting blog, but with depressing overtones. Try adding a little humor and positivity in it man.
ReplyDeletePositivity? Hmm, I haven't thought of that!
ReplyDeleteKerouac once wrote that a man's ache is what people want to hear about; thank you for the stream of consciousness brother...it's funny the kindrid spirits our westys lead is to and through.
ReplyDeleteOld Bro
Dude, major respect. And thanks. I now wear my helmet whenever I skate, wherever I am. (I need to find a nicer, more slimline model, but I'll keep wearing this until I find a better one.)
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