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Now I remember why I hate sleeping when I am hurt. It is uncomfortable at best and if I do manage to doze for a bit, al of my sore joints want to freeze in place. I am feeling a bit like the tin woodsman.

Maybe its the fact that I am approaching 40hrs and I still have 3 days left. Maybe its because I refuse to grow up, either way, we can't all be like Mike. They are removing the basketball goals outside. Not that I have cared previously, I haven't touched a ball in decades. However, now that they are taking them down my 'someday' comeback had to be stepped up. I was never like Mike. In high school I could launch my 5' nothing frame high enough to torment the net. After high school and a foot taller I could get the rim, but never high enough to dunk a basketball. So after almost 30 years, 35 lbs heavier, one bad knee, one horrible knee, and two destroyed ankles, it makes perfect sense that now was the optimum time for my comeback.

The good news: I only tried it once.

The OK news: I managed to clip the rim.

The not so great news: My mind ignored all the huge red flags going off on my approach. No pain no gain.

The really not good news: When I planted my left foot for the launch, my knees sent a shocking memo that this is never happening again.

The rather bad news: Cold fingers clanging of an icy metal rim hurts like hell.

The bad news: The pain in my hand distracted me from my left knee's shouting 'you are a fn dead man!'

The really bad news: When I planted my left leg on the landing. It made good on its earlier promise, and made absolutely no attempt at supporting me. Instead it sent a painful 75,000 volt charge straight up to my chest and me tumbling off toward a picnic table.

The poor planning news: The picnic table in conjunction with my elbow broke most of the impact from the ensuing crash. Good thing I was initially stupid enough to think I would miss it on the landing.

So:
1) not at all like Mike
2) extremely glad I was on lunch. Without 45 minutes to recover I wouldn't have been able to gimp back to my desk.
3) I now have two wrenched ankles, one aching bad knee, one massively bashed elbow, and one horrible knee shouting 'grab a crutch mother fucker! I ain't moving!'

A frigid morning awaiting the coming of the sun. Stinging, biting, and unyeilding cold. Frosty white fingertips stretching out into a fallow field. A lonely empty night, until you arrive. Like the bright warm rays of hope, welcoming the birth of the day. Good morning beautiful, snuggle up here in my arms, let us melt the cold lonely night away.

In dream my soul soars, free from want, love endures
Time passes unseen, hope effortless, in dream
In a hand to hold, a heart home, from the cold
Not to much to ask, nor too weighty a task
Just a hope to find, that day, when you are mine
Just a yearn to be, with you, outside of dreams

Music from the game Final Fantasy V played on floppy drives! I almost came!
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Goodnight love
Tonight two shall dream
Of want, need
And wonderful things
First a kiss
Just one and no more
Off to sleep
With one I adore

Once there was a man with a wounded heart. It wasn't his first. He didn't figure it to be his last. An angel brushed his cheek and said, "you need a band-aid." As was his habit, he simply took his lumps and moved on. His gaze. however, seemed always drawn back to the angel. He would never use another to ease a wound, and certainly never one so lovely as she. Time passes, wounds heal and worlds turn. It was a cool rainy night when reality appeared before him. He no longer gazed outward to see the angel. She no longer stood before him. Instead she was there in every beat of his heart. No band-aid. No quick fix. Just a heart well healed longing to hold her just like this. Welcome home my angel. Love, feel free to stay.

So I spent way too much time on laundry. As I was emptying the last load from the dryer and cramming it into my laundry bag. Something unusual caught my eye.



WTH! I clean the dryers out before I load them. I don't like bubble gun residue on my caulked slacks. How did these materialize?

With a slight caress, cheek on cheek. Could this be how we meet? Wrapped in a warm embrace, souls bond, as hearts still. In an innocent moment, the world and evermore revealed.

The "free" residential wifi, with its rotating passwords and parental control filters. It was fun breaking in to it and changing the settings. However, it has gotten to be all to easy. I think I will offer to help them out in the morning.

Step 1) Disable remotely accessible config
Step 2) Change the router login information. Admin and password do not a secure network make.
Step 3) Relocate the device. Sitting on a shelf in the laundry room is not a secure location. Not that I need to, but with it sitting in the open like that I could bypass steps 1 and 2 with the push of a button.