Broken resolution

It took all of seven days for me to break a resolution I made, which was to post something on this blog every day, no matter how silly or how abstract it was. Actually, I went two days without it, which has me going back to my Howard Hughes days of going weeks, or months, at a time with nothing to read.

Before I go on, I will silently pray the Confeitor, recited at the beginning of the Roman Catholic Mass as a act of confessing one’s sins.

Okay, back to the blog.

I was feeling awful Wednesday night and Thursday morning after I had to go to Hays to see Dr. Patriarca at High Plains Mental Health. I did it to myself, though, by stuffing myself with Arby’s and then Sonic, not to mention my mother’s delicious vegetable soup.

I stopped at Arby’s before leaving Hays, then went to Sonic in Russell to kill time before getting a haircut when Carolyn Gnad told me it would be a 45-minute wait. The ploy worked, for I came back at 4:25 and I got right in the chair. Sean Spoonts, Russell High School’s athletic director, came in while I was finishing up. Of course, it does not take long to cut my hair, as Carolyn can attest.

I paid a heavy price Thursday morning. Terrible heartburn. I was groggy as hell, but I couldn’t go back to sleep, because my first appointment in 2016 with Crista awaited me in Hays.

I wanted to go to Norton’s basketball game Thursday night vs. Stockton, but when I got to Hill City, I turned around and went back to Russell. First, I got messages from my office in Russell that they needed something from me; second, the weather in Norton was nasty according to the radar on my iPhone; and third, I was still a bit tired from the previous night and earlier that morning. Probably not the worst thing that I went home before dark, but I felt like a terrible friend for bailing out on Peggy and Caitlyn, plus the rest of the people in Norton I know.

Friday was horrible. Beyond horrible. It could have been worse, if that’s possible. Let me just say I had a scary repeat of a couple of days during the summer. It was not pleasant. I went to Hays late in the afternoon just to get away from it, then returned at 5.

I ate two bowls of my mother’s soup at night. Kicked my butt. Feeling the effects somewhat right now, just before 6 p.m. I won’t go into further detail.

Peggy and Cailtyn, please forgive me for not coming to Norton Thursday. The weather was not that bad. Crista, please forgive me for lying to you during our session Thursday. The trip to Kansas City during the holidays was very nice and I enjoyed it immensely, but I forgot the problems I still have back home, and painted too rosy a picture.

I’m happy to report little Liam, the pride and joy of Lisa Toebben and Jeff Daniels, is home happy and healthy with his proud parents. I was back in the hospital in New Orleans eight days after my birth back in 1976. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

There are NFL playoff games going on today and tomorrow. Next post will deal with football.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on January 9, 2016, in Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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