Wasted Day

I woke up this morning to some very familiar feelings of nausea.

Food poisoning.

I immediately went back to bed.

I woke up about 4 hours later to email work that I’d be out before I went straight back to bed.

Another 3 hours later, I got up and  took a shower since I was sweating a lot while I was sleeping.  I made some tea, but only drank half of it and went back to bed.

I woke up again about 4 hours later and made some toast and finished my tea.  Back to bed.

Got up again 2 hours later and seem to have shaken off most of the effects, though I do have a bit of a headache.

I tossed the foods that I ate the night before, though I suspect it was the milk, which expires tomorrow, but it had a faint odd smell, but tasted okay with cereal.  Never again.

Currently eating dry toast and tea.

As a result of this, I got a ticket on my car for street cleaning violation, and 3 packages (game stuff, camera accessory, Kickstarter reward) that I was expecting at work have been delivered, but I’ll wait until Monday to get them.

Wasted day.  Though in my semi-sleepy state I had the TV on to the Giants game, though I missed Bumgarner breaking his hand, and there’s a James Bond marathon on MGMHD channel.

Weekend Recap

Finished reading “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck”.

Picked up the Infinity Gauntlet (prop).

Sorted/organized Massive Darkness and Rising Sun.

Got a couple of Infinity War Pop! figures from my sister.

Watched baseball on TV.

Continued the 1967 San Francisco Giants season replay.

Did my taxes.

Watched the Oscars.

Finished reading “The War of Jokes and Riddles”.

Spring Training

If you thought that a 2017 Spring Training cap would be marked down when 2018 Spring Training has begun, you’d be wrong.

Dammit.

I meant to get one last year, for my 50th year of existence, but then I figured that I’d get one when the season was under way, and then when the season was over, thinking that the price would drop at some point.

Nope.

And then I thought for sure that they would drop the price once the 2018 ST season would begin.

Nope.

The main reason why I want one is that the year (2017) is on the cap.  Except for All-Star Games and Postseason, no other caps have years on them.

Ah well. Maybe I’ll buckle down and get one now, as I was going to last year anyways.

Update: out of stock in my hat size.  Ah well.

A week?

I must have been busy.  Or lazy.  Both?

I spent part of my weekend cleaning stuff around the house, like the upstairs bathroom, among other locations.

I’ve been hitting my elliptical for about 10-20 minutes for the past week.  I hope to make it back up to 30+ minutes, if not more.

I caught up with my TV watching, the CW DC shows are surprisingly keeping me interested.  Black Lightning is good, so far.

I used my instant pot TWICE in one weekend, making some chicken in salsa thing, and pork ribs.  Both turned out pretty good.

More games that I’ll (maybe) eventually play came in.

More porgs were acquired.  And dice.

And it’s almost February.  Yikes.

Baseball Thoughts

Watching Ken Burns’ Baseball on MLB Network.

The commercials show that they’re doing MLB divisional previews, which I think may be premature, with the Winter Meetings coming up and Spring Training a couple of months away.

If the Giants do not get Mike Stanton, maybe they should pick up free agents  Brandon Morrow and Curtis Granderson from the Dodgers.

There I was, the black grandson of a slave, the son of a black sharecropper, part of a historic occasion, a symbolic hero to my people. The air was sparkling. The sunlight was warm. The band struck up the national anthem. The flag billowed in the wind. It should have been a glorious moment for me as the stirring words of the national anthem poured from the stands. Perhaps, it was, but then again, perhaps, the anthem could be called the theme song for a drama called The Noble Experiment. Today, as I look back on that opening game of my first world series, I must tell you that it was Mr. Rickey’s drama and that I was only a principal actor. As I write this twenty years later, I cannot stand and sing the anthem. I cannot salute the flag; I know that I am a black man in a white world. In 1972, in 1947, at my birth in 1919, I know that I never had it made.
― Jackie Robinson, I Never Had It Made

I do miss baseball.  As I do every year, after Thanksgiving Day.

I’m gonna play a couple of games of my 1967 San Francisco Giants season replay.

Midweek Mutterings

I feel… 80% better after this Election Day than I did a year ago.

Why are vanilla-flavored Tootsie Rolls a ‘limited edition’?

My dream Marvel film would be a team up with Korg, Groot, and Luis.

While I enjoy watching basketball now, I really wish my Broncos or the 49ers were doing better in football.

Or maybe baseball should just start already.

November 17th is gonna be a busy day.

Sunday Blatherings

Dunkin’ Donut run in the morning.  I have yet to invoke my AARP card ‘free donut with large coffee’ thing.

Started watching the Broncos-Eagles game, but decided to go out and run errands instead.

Didn’t pick up anything from Barnes & Noble.

Picked up some grey paint from Gator Games.

Didn’t pick up anything from Toys R Us.

Didn’t pick up anything from Tanforan Shopping Center.

I stopped by McDonalds because I wanted a milkshake.  I ordered a Mighty Kids meal, and when I asked for a chocolate shake, the cashier said that they were out of shakes.  What?

I stopped by Best Buy to support my niece and her Girl Scout troop, who were selling chocolate and nuts in front of the store.  I went inside to find an ATM, and ended up picking up Call of Duty WWII.

I went home and used my new paint to finally start painting up my Militarum Tempestus Scions again.  I also watched the end of the 49ers game.

And now I’m watching Marvel films on TV.

Whoa

Seriously, it’s November?

AND Daylight Savings Time ends this weekend?

Damn.

I need to remind myself to keep blogging here every day until the end of the year, so there’s an entry every calendar day in 2017.

If the Astros win tonight, I’ll be happy for them.  If not, oh well.

Duck the Fodgers.

2 days until Thor Ragnarok.

16 days until Justice League.

I’m excited about both.