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Cubs Win! Cubs Win!

There were no stockings hung by the chimney with care. My wife wasn’t wearing a kerchief, nor I a cap. A creature was stirring. Those negative comparisons are as close as this will come to The Night Before Christmas.

I was sleeping well, dreaming as a matter of fact. Dreaming of baseball. I was on the field, in uniform, playing third base. It wasn’t young me doing it; the dream kept me at fifty-four years old.

In my dream, I threw out three batters at first. Each play was more spectacular than the last. My throws were as impressive as my fielding range. Subconsciously, I have a tremendous throwing arm.  Read the rest of this entry »

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Karma, My Cubs Cap, Daytime TV and the Flu. Thoughts of a NyQuil addled mind

I went on vacation and took the day after I got back to town off from work. That was probably a good idea on my part, not because I got my laundry done, but because that’s the day the flu hit me.

Since this happened after I got back from vacation, I am going to go with the idea that my Karma is very good at this point. I was apparently destined to suffer through this bout of the flu, but life was lined up such that I could enjoy my vacation, then get sick after I get home. You can’t ask for more than that, can you?

I try to learn as much as I can from whatever I go through in life. Here is what I learned from this bout with the flu, which was largely spent staring at the television while wrapped in a blanket on my couch. Read the rest of this entry »