I felt just awful today. I believe it was something that I ate yesterday but it doesn’t appear anyone else became sick. As a result I had to miss a day of work today. Not sure if that is the second or first day I’ve missed as a result of illness in the past 3 years. Sat on the couch and watched some James Bond on SpikeTV and drank tea. Not very exciting but better than being ill at the office.
5am this morning. Phone call to my home. Suspicious death.
Up and at ‘em I go. Several phone calls later I am at a police station.
Listening. Quietly taking notes. Speaking to the detective. More listening. More note-taking.
I leave.
Arriving through the snowstorm across town at the scene.
Legs underneath a parked car.
Car removed.
Legs are attached still to the body. He is moved.
A couple hours later it is all over.
It is all very sad and tragic.
Yesterday I finally got around to shopping for presents. It seemed the appropriate day. I had some time by myself and some money in my pocket.
Started off with a trip to the MacStore down on Lake Otis. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it at first but in the end I bought a MacBook for Anna as a present. It’s the base model but I got Applecare with it because when I haven’t gotten extended warranties in the past for my laptops the laptops have always broken. It’s just one of those things. Now, of course, when I do buy the extended warranties (which I do only on expensive items, not $200 stereos or anything like that) nothing ever goes wrong. But, I’m thinking there may be something that will go amiss as to the wireless connection with my Netgear router so I can always call Apple and that will be sorted out.
Next on the list was an iPod Shuffle 2G. The store was out of them (very knowledgeable staff btw) but I knew Anna wanted one so I got her a Nano 2G instead. Vastly different types of iPods but that’s what Christmas is for, right? Giving? Making people whom you love happy? Or is it just the simple things like not being a complete bastard to others for a day or two? I think I’ll go with the latter.
Finished off the shopping today with some headphones that Anna wanted. After that, I called the sister and got her to do some shopping for the parents as I live very far away from them and she, well, doesn’t. Next, called the mother and spoke with her in our weekly telephone conversation. Got her to go ahead and buy stuff for the sister for me due to the same reason I didn’t buy the parents gifts (geography).
Finally, came home, put up the new stockings in front of the fireplace and ate some semi-edible fancy soup.
Tonight Anna and I went to three Christmas parties. The parties were lined-up in a north-to-south configuration. I had a wonderful idea to move south. Party to Party. Like Sherman on the way to Atlanta. It didn’t exactly work out like that. Perhaps that is because I am not a West Point trained general operating in the South during open rebellion against the government.
First, I misread an invitation and thought that one of the parties started at 3pm. That was wrong. It was to start at 6:30pm. I tried to fix it by deciding (yes, unilaterally) by attacking from the south. We arrived at what was supposed to be the last party of the evening first. It was scheduled to begin 2 hours earlier (3pm) but no one else was there. Next, Anna then told me to drive over to a nearby supermarket so we could get an additional item to give to each party host. I drove. We went inside and I refused to get any other items. This upset Anna. This is not a rare occasion. Finally, we went back to the first (which was initially supposed to be the last) party and were greeted by a friend as we parked.
The evening ended at the final party. It was good. Anna met some new people. I met some new people. We both talked to others that we already knew. The trumpets rang out. George Bailey didn’t jump off the bridge. It wasn’t renamed Pottersville. And Clarence finally got his wings.
Now, I’ve been on a lot of trips. Well, I would classify them as trips. Certain others would simply look at my itinerary and view it as a vacation or visit or some other adjective. I view the act of leaving home, getting into a car or an airplane, travelling hundreds of miles hereandthere a trip. Call me silly or just call me weird, but that is what I call them.
holidays, sick, work | operator101 | 
Tuesday 26 December 2006 7:46 pm | 
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