Relentless Inquiry

Sick a few days last week– tired, tired, tired, vitamin C. Walked a half hour several evenings, but the restless leg syndrome still cut into my sleep time. Friday was walking dead, but had committed to do a license switchover to the new server at work at 9am. Ugh. Switchover went fine… until the 'oops' where I sed'd over about 50+ perl wrappers that set environment variables for some of the engineering tools. Got them back off tape, folks had the direct paths so nobody was work-stopped, but just a hellish day.

Saturday I'd committed to closing out the storage unit with Mike, if he could round up a truck. He did, and we did, even though it was 93 in the shade during most of it. Loading was ok, storage facility is climate controlled. Unloading was gruelling, especially the 2 big pieces of furniture. I wasn't sure which of us was going to have heart failure first. We had a set of those big straps that you cross under the furniture to move it. Yep, they work. You CAN pick up something to heavy to get safely up the stairs with them. We lived, we're still married, and nobody had bypass surgery. But man, it was *not* a relaxing way to spend a Saturday. Got to a friend's BBQ, better late than never, and was having fun actually kicking back and having a couple of glasses, but alas I'd promised Mike we'd leave 2 hours after we arrived so we wouldn't be up all night returning the rental truck. So we left and did that (he drove, of course, and we picked up our car where we'd left it at their lot).

Sunday was a dive day for Mike, but an afternoon charter instead of the usual oh-dark-thirty schedule. He was being a sweetie and doing all kinds of house-chores in the morning, so I let myself be inveigled into going to Monterey with him. I browsed around historic gardens for 3 or 4 hours while he was out on the boat, not realizing I was getting thoroughly chilled by the end of the day in the constant light breeze. Doh. Had a nice dinner at Sandbar & Grille on the municipal wharf with a couple of dive club friends, but they and Mike were catching up on dive news and we stayed WAY too late. I got to drive home, as it was a) my turn and b) two dives plus one beer plus a big dinner == very tired Fishy Guy.

This morning I got up on time, got sucked into a bunch of online stuff, and just felt slower, and slower, and slower all day. I just made the bed and am going to fall into it. Would love to post some pix from Sunday, but too darn tired. Got into work late today and barely made it through the latest round of LSF license idiocy. Shoot me now. All I could do to get things stabilized there, go get catfood and groceries, and come home. Mike came home for dinner but had to go back in again (would like to kick his absent co-worker in the butt) due to their short-handed shambles. I hope they find a replacement for Mrs “Year's Leave on 1.5 Weeks' Notice” real soon now. Gah.