This week is turning into another long, slow slog.  I’m once more having a very hard time waking up in the morning and making it in to work with a smile on my face.  I’m literally counting the days ’til the weekend.

Seems like I’m having more bad days than good lately.  I’m not sure that this necessarily has much to do with how work is going either…  Work hasn’t been too rough this week.  Busy, but not too busy.  I’m wondering if it’s just my attitude.  If I’m not looking forward to work…so it drags on…so I’m not looking forward to work tomorrow…so it drags on…

I’ve got a long weekend this week.  Monday off for Labor Day, and then Tuesday and Wednesday off because my folks will be up to visit.  Hopefully all that time off will give me a chance to recharge.  To re-set my attitude.  To make the workday more tolerable.

Looks like summer is just about over…  I’ve noticed the leaves starting to change color as I drive around the area, and the weather is starting to cool off.  I am certainly not going to complain.  Fall is my favorite season.  I can’t wait until the skies turn grey, it gets windy, all the leaves drop off the trees…  Good stuff.

It also means that Terri’s birthday is rapidly approaching, as is our wedding anniversary.  And my parents will be up to visit soon.

And, of course, Winter is on the way…  I can’t say I’m terribly thrilled about that.  I don’t like the cold.  I don’t like the snow and ice.  I don’t like having to shovel, and scrape the car off.  I don’t like the muck and slush and crappy visibility.

But, of course, there are some nice things about Winter too…  Thanksgiving, and Christmas, an New Years…  I guess that almost makes up for the crappy weather…

It is Friday once again.

I’ve only got one call left today, and it should be an easy one.  I have to drive an hour away, pick up a machine, and bring it back here.  That’s it.  I shouldn’t have to do anything at all on-site.  I’ll be working a little late tonight…  And I’ll be back in tomorrow…  But I should really have to deal with clients much more this week.

I’m also feeling relatively healthy at the moment.  I’ve been feeling pretty crappy all week long, but I’m feeling less crappy at the moment.  Still a little achey…  Still have a headache…  My neck is sore from being crammed in a wiring closet all morning…  But my stomch feels ok for the moment, which is a huge improvement.

The most recent wardec in EVE should be running out this weekend, so I will be able to go back to my mining and missioning soon.

And, of course, it’s Friday.  Sure, I’ll be doing some work over the weekend…  But I really don’t mind that very much when I don’t have to deal with other people.

So, things are starting to look up.

This has been a pretty hellish week.

Terri started getting sick last Friday - achey, sore throat, congestion.  So a good chunk of last weekend was spent taking care of her.  She’s starting to feel better, but Christopher and I are feeling worse.

We’re both coming down with basically what she had.  I’m feeling worse almost daily.  I’ve been coming home from work and just crashing.  Haven’t been able to do much of anything.

Normally I would have called in sick by now, but this week has been insanely busy.  We’ve had things breaking left and right.  All sorts of stuff that I just cannot dump on other people.

And this weekend isn’t going to be much of a respite.  I’ve got to work on a computer over the weekend.  It shouldn’t take too much time…  Hopefully I’ll be able to get some rest…  But I won’t be able to simply crash Friday night like I’d prefer.

There’s been a story going on CNN lately about lowering the drinking age to 18.  Now, I personally don’t really care all that much either way.  Folks will be stupid regardless of whether they’ve been drinking or not.  And folks will drink too much and be even more stupid regardless of their age.  So the idea that there’s some magic number that will prevent alcohol-ralted stupidity seems kind of silly to me.

I understand that people do tend to mellow out as they age.  It’s probably safer for a 50-year-old to be drinking alcohol than a 15-year-old.  They’re probably going to be more careful and responsible about the whole thing.

But that isn’t garonteed.  There are plenty of young folks imbibing responsibly, and plenty of older people being complete asshats.

But I do find it interesting that in the United States you are considered responsible enough to get behind the wheel of a car, which can make one hell of a deadly weapon if used incorrectly, at age 16.

And at age 18 a whole world of responsibility opens up…  You can get married, have sex, and raise a family.  You are allowed to change the course of this nation’s history with a vote.  You can enlist in the military to fight and die for your country.

And yet, somehow, you aren’t considered responsible enough to enjoy an acoholic beverage until age 21.