Random thoughts on the first day of 2018

Those who were born in 1978 will turn 40 this year. Those who were born in 1969 will turn 50 next year.

“Don’t give what is holy to dogs or toss your pearls before pigs, or they will trample them with their feet, turn, and tear you to pieces.”

In the grand scheme of things, many of the things I concern myself with are quite meaningless.

Why can’t there be one universal password for everything that you are never required to change?

This morning, my wife and I enjoyed breakfast at Cracker Barrel — did you know their servers now take your order using an iPad? — went grocery shopping, then we took down Christmas decorations. I never turned my iPhone on in earnest until after 3 p.m. I answered a text from my brother, another from a friend, and used my Wal-Mart Pay app for the groceries. And that was it. I really didn’t miss anything, either. Perhaps I should make this more of a habit.

I went to the walk-in clinic in November, and again in December, basically with the same set of symptoms. In December, the doctor, in addition to a prescription, suggested I try green tea with a honey drop. So about every day I’ve been drinking green tea with a Ricola lemon-honey drop. I’m not suggesting that by itself is the reason why I’ve been well ever since, but I have been well ever since.

It goes without saying that I’m not doing any resolutions for 2018. I never do New Year’s resolutions. If a resolution is seriously needed, I’ll make it right there on the spot.

I’m convinced that I am being trolled and/or stalked by the song “Sweet Caroline.” It’s more than just coincidence now. It is everywhere I go. No place is safe. Nothing is immune.

This morning while walking the dog in 9° air, I noticed tiny ice crystals, almost like glitter, floating in the air. It wasn’t snow. The sky was clear. It was the result of a process called “sublimation,” where water vapor in the atmosphere changes state directly to ice, thereby skipping the liquid phase altogether. It’s a rarity. It has to be really, really cold to do this.

Christmas was very good to me. I was able to visit with a lot of family and most of my close friends.

I’ve run a total of six 5K’s since the St. Jude half-marathon 30 days ago. Other than last February, when I was recovering from a torn calf muscle, it has been many years since I’ve run so little. Part of it was a self-imposed break after the December 2 race, but also I’ve dealt with the aforementioned illness, and it’s otherwise just too cold for me to run. And I can run even when it’s in the 20’s (as long as it’s sunny with no wind). I’m going stir crazy, but still refuse to run on a treadmill. I just can’t make myself do it. I suppose it’s meant for me to take a bit of a break. After all, I start training for my next half-marathon in just two months. And I’m not exactly getting any younger. I’ll get back to normal running as soon as it gets a little warmer. There is a season for everything.


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