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Politics, Snow, etc.
Dec. 29th, 2009 09:22 amI should probably not post somewhat inarticulate political rants. Thanks for all the thoughtful responses. My main issue is that I just don't want to see us give away the next election to the bad guys just because we're mad at the moderate guys. I wish we could elect people more to the left, instead of having to choose the least offensive of the offensive people, you know?
Anyway, speaking of health care reform, I'm still sick. I'm fairly certain I have some sort of bronchial type infection. If I'm still sick on Monday, I'm going to pop into a Minute Clinic and see if they think I ought to be taking drugs of some sort.
I'm probably not going to die, however. Yesterday Mason and I went sleding and even though I had to take a few breaks, I did really well. I should think that if I wasn't getting enough oxygen, I would have passed out or something. :-) The slopes at Como were... well, let me just paint a picture for you: snow, rain, freeze = rock hard mounds of bumpy, slippery bits. Going down those hills on our plastic saucer went something like this: "Yippee, ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! Aaaaaaggghh!"
Then we lay at the bottom of the hill battered and bruised, and Mason pipes up, "Let's do it again." So off we went to "Yipppee! ow! ow! ow! ow!" again. My back is mostly recovered. I did promise Mason that as long as it was nice out, we'd go again, although today we might try a different (less steep) hill and use the inflatable raft type deal my folks bought Mason for Solstice.
In writing news, I'm wrapping up the revisions for Tate's ALMOST TO DIE FOR. I still have a rather large scene to write, but I'm hoping to get a chance to work on that today. I'd really like to have those done and shipped off by the end of the year.
Anyway, speaking of health care reform, I'm still sick. I'm fairly certain I have some sort of bronchial type infection. If I'm still sick on Monday, I'm going to pop into a Minute Clinic and see if they think I ought to be taking drugs of some sort.
I'm probably not going to die, however. Yesterday Mason and I went sleding and even though I had to take a few breaks, I did really well. I should think that if I wasn't getting enough oxygen, I would have passed out or something. :-) The slopes at Como were... well, let me just paint a picture for you: snow, rain, freeze = rock hard mounds of bumpy, slippery bits. Going down those hills on our plastic saucer went something like this: "Yippee, ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! Aaaaaaggghh!"
Then we lay at the bottom of the hill battered and bruised, and Mason pipes up, "Let's do it again." So off we went to "Yipppee! ow! ow! ow! ow!" again. My back is mostly recovered. I did promise Mason that as long as it was nice out, we'd go again, although today we might try a different (less steep) hill and use the inflatable raft type deal my folks bought Mason for Solstice.
In writing news, I'm wrapping up the revisions for Tate's ALMOST TO DIE FOR. I still have a rather large scene to write, but I'm hoping to get a chance to work on that today. I'd really like to have those done and shipped off by the end of the year.