craveytrain

Some days you just wake up knowing it’s going to be a good day. Nothing special is happening, just one of those days. The funny thing is, the same little crap that sets you off one day is laugable the next. For example, Wednesday we had a fire drill. I work on the 13th floor. While it’s not a severe work out, it, well, sucks. Last night we had a softball game and I always run really hard at games. Hell, I beat out a hit to the first baseman to first base. Sure he bobbled it, but he should have had me. I worked hard to beat him there. So today, the alarm wakes me up at 8, I surprisingly wake up pretty easily, turning the alarm off on the first ring (instead of the typical hour long snooze tag). I kick off the cover and jump out of bed. I have a high bed. When I land, the 2 days of work have taken it’s toll and my knees buckle like the new fall line in an Amish shoe store. I hit the ground with a thud. I do a quick assessment, ok, limbs still moving with relatively little pain. I shakily get back up to my feet and walk to the bathroom, laughing about it.

The other thing I notice different about good days and bad days is what you remember/notice about the day. For example, I didn’t really notice I needed to shave, but I noticed that my jeans, fresh out of the dryer are fitting looser than when I bought them. This is a big deal for me. For a period there, they were so tight I had to register the button on them as a concealed weapon. Every time I put them on I had flash backs of A Christmas Story. You’ll shooot your eye out! Pull the pants tight, suck in, button it. Slowly let go, what is the tensile strength of cotton again? Quick, put on the belt. That way the button will have something to hold it in the pants snap. It got to the point where I was examining how much thread was used to hold the button on when buying new pants. Sure, I could go up a size, but 40 is already so big, I’m already embarassed by it. No need to add insult to injury, just stick with the 40s. Thankfully, today was not one of those days. I had to wear the belt for a different reason today. It wasn’t a projectile shield to protect the eyes of innocent bystanders, it was there to keep my pants up, well, I guess again to protect the eyes of innocent bystanders. Now, after having been washed and and dried on high heat, they are fitting looser than brand new.

And then I step outside, a nice cool breeze blows through. It’s… wow… not in the 90s. This is nice. Man I love fall.

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