I finally found something good about a long commute -- at elast it's good on days
when Rudder gets in earlier than I do and has a desire to do somethign about it.
Last night, I walked in the house to be greeted by the smell of cooking cow. (I
mean the cow was being cooked, not doing the cooking. You knew that.) We'd planned
to have steak so that wasn't a big surprise, except that I hadn't expected
Rudder to have the entire meal served 10 minutes after I walked in: tender steak
with mine cooked to the slightly charred level I like, corn on the cob not
overcooked (he did have to ask how long to leave that in), asparagus with lemon
butter (a la Dichroic: put a chunk of butter in a small, add a generous squirt of
lemon juice, microwave until the butter is melted), garlic bread (not from scratch
but garlicky and buttery and who cares) and the Cabernet poured.
Yum.
I think I'll keep him.
Meanwhile it's a good thing
I have good memories of yesterday because today is not going as well. Actually,
there are only a couple of problems. My return to the gym went smoothly; I skipped
doing squats and stuck to exercises where my back was supported, but was able to
handle the same weights I'd been using. But I finally heard back from the doctor's
and there was a trace of blood in the sample I dropped off yesterday. So now I
have to stop by and pee in yet another cup in a week or so. If there's still blood
then, we'll "take the next step". I don't know what that is but it sounds ominous.
Also, it turns out that I can't just take Defensive Driving: the judge in the
court I was supposed to go to apparently "likes to talk to people" who have had an
accident. Bugger. Hopefully he'll still let me take the class to get the points
off my record.