A Helluva Day (excuse my language as necessary)
Friday was a good one:
7:20 a.m.
My day begins. I'm pulling the cars out of the drive way so Martha can go to work and a Deputy Sheriff pulls his car ACROSS the drive way. He asks for Lesley Stephenson. I'm not her. Martha walks out. She's not her. The deputy asks if Lesley is asleep, I say no, and ask her to come out front. He is holding papers, clearly to serve Lesley with papers for a civil lawsuit, for her auto accident last June. Lesley comes out and turns white. I thank the gentleman, and he says "take this to your insurance company right away." We read the lawsuit and the poor contraparty has not been paid for her hospital costs associated with the crash, so THANKFULLY she is only asking for her costs reimbursed. I'm in my insurance agent's office at 9 a.m. and he says, "this is faster than usual, they often wait nearly 3 years to file the papers." Gee thanks. "The attorney's will take care of this, don't worry (be happy)."
10:30 a.m.
The phone rings, and it's the Suffolk County (Boston) District Attorney's office. I nearly pass out. It seems the 17 year old kid who hit my wife's car in April, he had no license, is in court today, charged with driving without a license. The deal was HE was driving the car of A FRIEND, who only had a 4 day old learners' permit, the "Experienced" child teaching his friend to drive. The DA wants to know if our car was repaired and who paid for it. I tell them my understanding that the father of the idiot kid who had the permit and owned the car had paid for the repair. The DA's office thanks me.
11:20 a.m.
My first full physical in years. I'll be 50 in 29 days (dear god!), so I get the full work up. My height the same as always. My weight, well, grrrrrrrrrrrr. The highlight of the day, no doubt, is passing my prostrate exam. It's a helluva day when having a finger up you whoop-si-daisy is the best thing that happens all day. I also need a sonogram for a family history of aorta aneurysms, plus a colonoscopy for being 50. Plus the usual blood work. Luckily these will all happen in the next 3 weeks. Are we having fun yet?
2:50 p.m.
AHHHHHHHHHHH! I get to run on a beautiful and relatively cool day. The plan is 8 easy miles. I'm doing fine, but at 28 minutes I get a very sharp SHWING up my left calf, the one I'm always struggling with. I stop, stretch, drive home, ice massage, stretch, and take it easy. Wonderful. I have been really pushing this week, so maybe just backing off will let it improve, but maybe not. How long to January 7?
At least I had a bottle of Pol Roger in the refrigerator waiting for when Martha and Lesley got home from work.
So . . . are we having fun yet?
On the words of the immortal bard, one Jimmy Buffett

, "if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane."
I trust everyone else's day was better than mine. It had to be.
Fell free to laugh all you want. The more champagne we drank this evening the funnier it became.
Craig