Thoughts for this week in May

I had no idea that I only had 4 hours of sick leave left for the year. It probably would have been better that at least some of those days involved hangovers, but, alas, they did not.

I am having to invent some bike parts, because most bike parts are made by rejected engineers from the big 5 automakers- which means that the vast majority of them are expensive, and crappier than appliqué chrome detailing.

While I am dealing with celiacs and diabetes (both of which are mostly under control), I am also dealing with my usual sensory integration issues. This results in my feeling worn out after hearing too many unpredictable noises, or not being able to modulate everything I sense down from 11 on the dial. The bonus of having to deal with so many health issues is that I stopped trying to be "normal" any more. If you can't deal with my being anti-social or "weird", its not my problem.

Being able to really feel depressed because my senses are out of whack is much better than denying it and putting on a happy face. I can now deal with my problem and feel better in record time.

The day job is getting weird. Sales droids are attacking me in droves, and my jedi skills are being tested. When that is not happening, I am configuring a notification management system called AlarmPoint. When that is not happening, people interrupt one of the above with unusual questions.

I ate some fries that had been cooked in old oil on purpose, just so my celiacs blood test would have a higher likelihood of showing a positive result. The downside is that it feels like I have a small ferret wriggling up and down my intestines at inconvenient times. The upside is that this is much less painful than swallowing a half-teaspoon of wheat flour. And fries are always tasty.

A friend of mine has a new love interest. While I tried my best to avoid levity regarding certain...differences...but when the subject was breached I couldn't help mentioning that I would send mountain climbing gear and lederhosen in order to help with his conquest of my friend. My wife served as proxy puncher in this regard.

It's past midnight here, but I am wide awake. The delta breeze is moving through town, and I am truly enjoying cool temperatures for the first time in a week.

My daughter adopted a cat. Then she tried to adopt a stray kitten. Then she tried to adopt the cat's already adopted kittens. Then she re-adopted the cat. After that, she cried because she couldn't have all the cats. Our two pre-existing cats are nonplussed.