Saturday the 24th – 3 days after the start of Spring
Month: March 2018
They say it begins with just a spark, a small hope for light in the dark. The slightest glimmer glows that maybe the impossible just might be reachable. A dream is born, to one day accomplish a great thing.
That dream leads you to one day enter that game, step onto that battlefield. Nobody else thinks you can do it but YOU BELIEVE. Despite all the odds, despite all the opposition, after the sweat and effort, you obtain that final victory.
You probably think I am talking about a 16 seed beating a 1 in the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament. I am referring to a harder and more monumental task. On Saturday, after about a thousand games, I won my second solo game of Fortnite Battle Royal. Bask in my greatness.
My Rib Hurts
I mentioned in a previous post that I had hurt my rib moving some furniture. It seems I actually hurt the tendon in between the ribs. It keeps almost healing all the way and then I do something to hurt it again. One time I forgot about it and picked up something while twisting. Another time I had a coughing fit. This time I don’t know what I did. Tuesday afternoon it just started hurting again. By the time I am writing this it’s almost back to not hurting.
I Get A Fever
Saturday morning I had a headache that wasn’t going away. I also felt tired and weak. When I took my temperature it was 100.1. I didn’t do much this weekend. Mostly stayed at home and did nothing.
I wake up on a Sunday but it was a Tuesday
I woke up in the dark and looked over at the clock it said 5 am. I felt wonderful, well rested and calm. A sense of peace filled me. Best of all it was Saturday so I could sleep as late as I wanted. Suddenly I felt horrible. I had a pounding headache. My stomach filled with nasuia and heart burn ravaged my throat. Worst of all I realized it was actually Tuesday.
Old Jobu still gets the zoomies
Jobu is old. He will be 15 years old soon. He spends most of his time sleeping or just sitting around begging for treats. But he is still a cat. Even old Jobu gets the zoomies. I woke up early Saturday morning about six in the morning. Jobu was sprinting from one end of the apartment to the other making mreow mreow mreow noises. He attacked the walls and jumped on the bed several times. The bit of energy didn’t last long and he shortly went back to sleeping.