For frak's sake, where have I been? I just realized it's almost a week since I've posted anything. It's not because I've been terribly busy or anything. Well, I did have to work a few times. And there it begins. I've explained in the past how I get to choose my schedule. On work days, I'm on call from 10 AM til midnight. This not only keeps the phone from ringing in the middle of the night, but I have to finish my flying by midnight.
I can be assigned a trip the day before. When this happens I'm released from duty until the start of said trip. It's a dirty little trick schedulers use to get the most out of my fourteen hour duty time.
So Saturday I got nailed for a redeye. One with a four hour break and no where to take a nap. By the time I got home 5:30 Sunday morning, my day was already ruined. Naps only extend the tired. Then yesterday I flew to Medellin, Columbia. It still amazes me I can travel round trip from one continent to another in the time between breakfast and dinner. Still, seven hours of boring. It didn't start out well though. When the captain warned me to keep an eye on him because he'd been off for two weeks I suggested he must have been having fun.
No. His father died.
When am I going to develop the ability to probe one's mind before saying stupid things?
When we got to Columbia he went inside for a mystery meat sandwich. I declined because I had a steak dinner waiting at home. Not so fast. US Customs computers went down nationwide. The captain got through just in time, but I stopped first to pee. I was in line forever.
Finally, I got home and fired up the grill. My grill sucks by the way. Time for a new one. But that wouldn't have fixed my dinner. Some time ago my meat guy went out of business. The stockpile of filet mignon has long since been consumed. Until I find a new meat guy, I'm not paying market price for the good stuff. As a result, last night's dinner was a tasty, yet grisly mess, impossible to cut.
Then came today. I hoped to write, but my car needs some work. The auto shop isn't far - by motor vehicle standards - by peddle power, not so close. They were going to have the car all day, so I threw my bike in the trunk. Now, forget the fact I haven't ridden in years - the tires were so flat, I didn't know if they were still capable of holding air. Somehow, no matter what direction I was peddling, I had 50 knots of frakking headwind. How does that even happen?
Well, I did say I was going to start exercising this week. Consider the first workout done. Maybe I'll write later.