Wake up, Rip Van Winkle
Every time I promise I will start blogging more often, I get lazy and go days and days and days without posting. Either I have to stop making promises, or I have to do a better job of reminding myself.
In the ten days since I last posted, the Major League Baseball season has opened, Villanova won the men’s basketball national championship on an incredible shot at the buzzer, and UConn won yet another women’s basketball national championship by steamrolling yet another hapless for. We’ve also lost Merle Haggard and former Saints Will Smith and Hokie Gajan, among others.
As for me, I haven’t ventured too far outside my natural area, although I haven’t been tethered to Russell and Hays, either. I will break loose in a couple of days and be heading farther away from Russell than I have in a long time.
Today I’m at my second track meet in five days, although it’s not really to cover it. I’m watching Caitlyn Cox perform, simply because she and Peggy think it’s good luck to have me there. It’s nice to be wanted somewhere.
I have got to stop eating sweets. Dr. Custer told me my blood sugars are way too high. I know they are. It’s just resisting them is the challenge. There is a whole spread of cookies at Smith Center today in the hospitality room. I’m doing my best to lay off.