the little book of calm

alarm clock (by splic3)

let’s see… i think it’s been about eight weeks now (at least). i was really sick with a bacterial infection that went from just being systemic to septic. that sucked. meanwhile, i was trying to keep up with all the work i had on my plate. which did nothing to assist in recovering more quickly at all. finally on the mend - and hit with massive amounts of work. not so much a backlog, just new stuff… and all *RUSH*… i lost track of the days of the week because every day was a work day. this past thursday, i was able to mark off the big bastard project that had been eating up my life. but friday brought more *RUSH* requests. yesterday i was finally able to decompress a bit. but fuck me - i was exhausted. post-adrenaline crash, probably. i went down yesterday while watching the manchester united-tottenham match… which on DVR time was around 6pm. i remember waking around midnight. i think i snacked on some trail mix of cashews, dried cranberries, and almonds… and went back to bed. then i woke again - looked at the clock - 5.51am. and thinking it was monday. 6am is standard week-day wake-up for me… so, i just went about turning on the coffee and thinking - “fuck, back to work already.” i asked the silverback what day it was - he decided to fuck with me - “yeah, it’s monday.” “fuck, i slept through the whole fucking weekend…” then i had a thought… “wait a minute, i did not see ‘super sunday’!” “super sunday” being the football round-up for the weekend. aha! it’s only sunday morning! so, yeah, i get another decompression day! and yes, we both thought it was very telling that i could only figure out the days of the week based on football…