Wasted Wishes

So I got back on the bike, twice, and tooled around the keys.  It was just enough to get my metabolism back up and let me know exactly how much this two month long coughing/sickness jag had taken out of my cardiovascular system.  Still, even with my reduced wind, I wasn't completely hopeless after my long bikeless stretch.

But then came the sunburn across my back and shoulders, which was decidedly unfun.  I got to meet some very nice people (a professor, a school-teacher, a med student, and a roommate) while still in the "I can feel every fiber in my shirt" stage.  I talked (briefly, but more to come I hope) about Thoreau and Emerson.  In Miami.  With someone who knew what they were talking about.  (!). 

Today was the bubblepop phase as all the blisters decided they'd had enough of being blisters.  It made for an itchy and uncomfortable court calendar.  Still, when you have bubble-wrap packing sheet issues like I do, it's kind of fun when your back is magically transformed into a similar substance.

So now it's just me, a glass of red wine, Tylenol, the Red Sox on the radio, palmer's lotion, a raging appetite, and another week without trials.  Meh.  I won't even get into the latest state absurdities.  People are facing layoffs and there's vacillation on the most obvious of money-wasting-for-no-point issues.  Well, we all can't be appreciative of Kantian ethics, I suppose, when justice-at-any-cost results in injustices elsewhere.

All in all not a bad week.  I'd endure the sunblisters for good company any time.  Although the two are not related in any way.