It's March 31st, and That Means...
...yes, birthday number twenty-nine for yours truly. I will end the celebration there.
In fact, it stated rather low, but it is getting much better. I got to enjoy the wonderful world of worker's compensation care due to a shoulder injury I suffered at work yesterday. As a friend alluded to in an email, hurting yourself stacking boxes is a rather unexciting and undesirable way to get hurt. Nevertheless, I am better now, and the injury is minor (nothing some muscle relaxers and a little heat won't fix).
Mandy and I will go out to dinner tonight, perhaps a movie. Last night was our fifth year anniversary of our first date, a dinner-movie combination while I visited her in Ohio. That pair of activities is stock in trade for us, even today.
We hope to make it to the Cherry Blossom Festival tomorrow or Sunday, as it will be perhaps the last time we can go. Both phone interviews this week went well, and I have a sit-down in Florida in a couple of weeks. This is an especially good opportunity, so long as I can acclimate to the surroundings (you know, warm weather, flat terrain, etc.).
There is also the Final Four. Mandy and I are done with the brackets, as is perhaps 99.9% of the country. George Mason is receiving a lot of support here locally, but it really doesn't interest me as it is all bandwagon fanfare that will not last beyond the weekend. The good news is that GMU is getting some positive publicity in the media, which it deserves for being a pretty good academic institution. Several graduates have written lovingly about this institution, such as this example from the Wall Street Journal. Of course, they failed to mention the best thing about GMU, economist and conservative icon Dr. Walter Williams.
As always, much to do and not a lot of time to get it done. So begins year number thirty.
In fact, it stated rather low, but it is getting much better. I got to enjoy the wonderful world of worker's compensation care due to a shoulder injury I suffered at work yesterday. As a friend alluded to in an email, hurting yourself stacking boxes is a rather unexciting and undesirable way to get hurt. Nevertheless, I am better now, and the injury is minor (nothing some muscle relaxers and a little heat won't fix).
Mandy and I will go out to dinner tonight, perhaps a movie. Last night was our fifth year anniversary of our first date, a dinner-movie combination while I visited her in Ohio. That pair of activities is stock in trade for us, even today.
We hope to make it to the Cherry Blossom Festival tomorrow or Sunday, as it will be perhaps the last time we can go. Both phone interviews this week went well, and I have a sit-down in Florida in a couple of weeks. This is an especially good opportunity, so long as I can acclimate to the surroundings (you know, warm weather, flat terrain, etc.).
There is also the Final Four. Mandy and I are done with the brackets, as is perhaps 99.9% of the country. George Mason is receiving a lot of support here locally, but it really doesn't interest me as it is all bandwagon fanfare that will not last beyond the weekend. The good news is that GMU is getting some positive publicity in the media, which it deserves for being a pretty good academic institution. Several graduates have written lovingly about this institution, such as this example from the Wall Street Journal. Of course, they failed to mention the best thing about GMU, economist and conservative icon Dr. Walter Williams.
As always, much to do and not a lot of time to get it done. So begins year number thirty.
posted by Golden Eagle @ Friday, March 31, 2006
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