Susie’s out of town. This should mean that I’m footloose and fancy free, with parties going on every night. But in practice it means I mistakenly make more spaghetti than I could possibly eat.
I’m a little tired today because the stupid cat checked in on me every hour like a worried mom. She obviously misses Susie because she threw up in front of Susie’s closet. Awww, isn’t that adorable?
I’m actually in a good mood—I’ve been eating a batch of brownies that my sister made for me and sent in the mail. There’s something magic about the mail that adds extra flavor to baked goods.
I’m kind of obsessing a bit about my foot. I got stepped on REALLY hard by a guy wearing cleats in mast week’s ultimate game, and, like it says in the Guy Manual on page 43 under “Optimal Medical Treatments for Serious Injury,” I “ignored it.”
But eventually I did something stupid—I told a girl about it and they’re all like, “get it x-rayed, Einstein,” so I went to the local walk-in clinic.
Mind if I go on a tangent here for a second? I *love* Canadian health care. I walked in, gave my name, was told to come back in an hour and they even had a little suggestion list on the wall about nice places to go nearby to shop and have coffee. In my case, I went home and did email.
I came back, waited a bit, had a friendly doctor poke and prod it, and then was done—walk out, nothing to sign, nothing to pay, wonderful.
And in the event of big problems: an acquaintance of mine was diagnosed last week with some sort of throat cancer. Within a few days, she was undergoing major surgery, and she’s already started recovering. I have no complaints about Canada’s health care system.
Meanwhile, my own diagnosis: my foot has picked up a bone bruise. It’s not as bad as a hairline fracture, but it’s not pleasant. Actually, I’m pretty happy about it because now I get to be one of those tough athletes who “plays through the pain.” Rahhh.
“Almost every American I know does trade large portions of his life for entertainment, hour by weeknight hour, binge by Saturday binge, Facebook check by Facebook check. I’m one of them. In the course of writing this I’ve watched all 13 episodes of House of Cards and who knows how many more West Wing episodes, and I’ve spent any number of blurred hours falling down internet rabbit holes. All instead of reading, or writing, or working, or spending real time with people I love.”
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”
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