In recovery mode

I think these last few days are catching up with me.

Sunday was spent writing, writing and more writing. Not much of a day off. Today, it was very intense work, writing some more, working up photos and getting the pages together.

I supposedly had a baseball game tonight, but when I got to the park, nobody was there. Evidently the schedule was changed, and they wanted to keep it a secret. So I went back home with the evening suddenly open. But I think I'm feeling the effects of the last few days. I caught up with a few friends' blogs, then I wanted to watch at least some of a Hitchcock movie ("Blackmail," his first talkie). But I just couldn't keep from dozing off on the couch, so that will have to wait.

Now I've got the NBA playoffs on, but I may be switching to something else. CBC has a docudrama about the huge explosion in Halifax in 1917, and I liked the first part last night (while I was trying to work on my stories), so I could watch that, checking in on the game during commercials. If I don't doze off again.

Really, it's probably just my body trying to catch up with itself. I have had such an intense few days, now it's time to recover a little.

Much less intense this week, fortunately. Among the things I have on the to-do list:
1. Where is that manual for my digital camera?
2. What in heck happened to my "Saved" and "House of Flying Daggers" DVDs? And just when I wanted to relax with one of them, too!
3. Write some friends. Basically, it's a condensed version of these blogs. That's how I think it's going to wind up. Just the interesting parts. In other words, not this part.
4. Plan a little trip out of town next week. Wife and I are going on a mini vacation, to southern Wisconsin. Three days. We can afford three-day vacations, as long as we pick low-cost motels.

Otherwise, I'm pissed about the Supreme Court's verdict on medical marijuana, issued earlier today. Please understand: I don't smoke it and I have tried it only once or twice in my life. (I have never been a smoker.) I don't have any friends or family who have problems with pot or who are battling major diseases. Drugs have never been a part of my life.

So this is my reaction to the Supreme Court decision: How asinine! To deny seriously ill people something that can help them feel a little better--how repulsively short-sighted!

I'll tell you, folks: I love my country, but I'm getting damn tired of being embarrassed to say I'm an American. That is getting real old.