Rain, rain, go away!

The weather magicians, er, meteorologists, haven't had much luck lately in the predictions department.
It's rained so much here in RehabLand, that the grass can't handle it any more. Neither can the trees.

I have to rethink my vacation plans and just get some wood and start building an ark.

More to come...

How you know it's Monday

Signs in the Hotel that it's Monday.

1. Patients are moving around. Can you say bed bingo? No one is where you expect them. I really wish Santa would have brought us private rooms instead of so many doubles (thank goodness triples fell out of vogue).

2. Coworkers get flat tires. Not one, but two of them. Craziness.

3. It rains yet again. I don't care if it's knee high by Saturday, it will get mowed when I don't have to go to work the next day.

4. You find things you don't need to see (or hear about) in the office photo copier, especially things that are not yours.

On we go with the rest of the week. Stay tuned.

Public confession

As a disciple of Juan Valdez (aka the I love coffee club), I will never ever be going on this blasphemous diet.

Not only do you have to give up coffee but every other thing that goes with it (or that might remotely taste good, except mushrooms).

So all you SU patients who tell me your gonna take this stuff for your bowels/feel better/reduce inflammation, you're on your own.

I'm not trying that either. I'll be very happy here with my friend Joe (as in Java Joe...)

More later...

A case of senioritis

I should be studying for my next test coming up very shortly, but I've been surfing again. Surprisingly, I've found articles on some other kinds of seniors, you may want to check out.

Senior citizens find the grass is greener (from Daily Reckoning) I'll bet our clerk M. who retired, is at one of their seminars (he was thinking about this when he left).

An unusual pilgrim (from CNN's religion blog) College kid (may or may not be a senior) takes a hike in search of a saint.

So now, off I go, to study again...stay tuned.

Misspent youth

I spent a good chunk of my free time at university, sitting under a sycamore tree, propped up on the luxurious green grass, letting the wind blow through my hair.

When I wasn't in the breeze outside,  I jammed my Walkman in my room to all sorts of stuff, including these guys, way back when...