return of the mountain man

Jake comes home from a five-day stint in the Poconos today. I miss that brat. Jake has been out-of-town for fifteen of the last eighteen days. I've been getting tons of sleep and logging more hours of television and movie time than the past two years combined. I've been staying out late and eating fast food and candy and catching up with the coolkids who are reliably up for happy hours and hours and hours because they don't have brats of their own.

I've been complaining that I haven't had a vacation all summer long, but that's a bunch of BS. We went to the beach a few times, including a long weekend with Dave's baseball team and the boy, I got to spend two days in a drug induced haze in the hospital without a care in the world, I spent a week on my couch, and I've been baby-free for an awfully long time now. It's very blissful and quiet and I've gotten a chance to do some resurrection and some introspection and some recollection and some other -ection stuff that I won't mention here and it's been real good and it's all going to come crashing down on me this weekend when Labor Day hits and reminds me that summer is over. So sad.

I was debrided (doesn't that sound dirty? Like "deflowered"?) yesterday at the sinus place and it wasn't nearly as awful as last time. I didn't pass out and the doctor gave me three shots of numbing stuff instead of the usual one and we all laughed at me and I made jokes at my expense and we all laughed some more and then tubes and cameras and sucky things were rammed up my noseholes and yellow and red and brown stuff came out and I left feeling ten pounds lighter and five times better than did when I came in. I don't have to go back for six weeks which is like an eternity for me regarding doctor's visits.