December 10, 2007

• Another Blog?

  Well, I had it and didn't do anything with it, so I finally made a blog at BlogSpot.  Hate it, or love it, or whatever, I just did it.  It will never replace Xanga, especially since I'm a lifer here.  Anyway, I was inspired (?) to make a blog title "A day in the life of..." and you can view it here if you want.  I started to put it here and still might repeat between the two.  But for now, that one will be inspired by the life and times of the FogWalker.  I'll take a day as [insert noun] and then write about it.  It seems that I've done a lot in this lifetime; maybe someone will benefit from the memories.

  Should Have Stayed Home

  I went out Saturday to go deer hunting.  We had snow Wednesday and Thursday with Friday being clearer, but with rain.  We drive a little over 2 hours north to our club to deer hunt.  Sometimes we hunt locally, but we don't have the deer here like the deer at the club, nor do we have the acreage.  So, we loaded up Saturday morning at 3:30am and started our trek.  It rained until we unloaded at the club.  The bad thing is that there was a whole lot more snow where we went than where we left.  Add the rain and freezing temps, and it wasn't the best roads that we were traveling, especially the last hour and the last few miles.

  I survived the day, but about 2/3 of the way through, I got sick.  It made for the rest of the day to be kinda' miserable, even though it was a successful day of hunting (successful in that I enjoyed it and survived, no harvesting included).

  I haven't been out of the house since Saturday evening.  I couldn't hardly walk yesterday and today, like the "cold" really set into the ol' bones and the new joints.  I don't know what happened, but it might have been best to stay indoors this past weekend when I didn't.  Gee.
  
  Everything Hurts

  I didn't think that metal parts would hurt, but they do!  Okay, technically, it's probably the surrounding tissue and nerve endings that don't know what they're doing, but they still hurt.  Touch me, I hurt.  Squeeze me, I pass out.  Eat something, I, for lack of better terms, hurl... maybe just plain puke.  And the other end is a tad "touched with distress", too.

  Things have to look up.... sometime, don't they?

  The FogWalker goes back to the recliner.... the ol' body is hurting again... maybe some sweet oblivion will come...

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