Man, what beautiful weather we are having these days. The air is soft and quiet, the sun shines, and all the little plants that got torched in the freeze are making another go of it. In principle, I do not subscribe to the “everything happens for a reason” school of thought, much less the “silver lining behind every cloud” contingent. I can’t get on board with that at all. I am more aligned with the “Things fall apart” school of thought- the “rust never sleeps” crowd.
Tearing a hole in my leg at the gym has been kind of good for me. Something needed to slow me down. I do good when I’m on a schedule. Although I resist and complain, always willing to abandon common sense in favor of late nights and great conversation, I am a “Wapner 4:30” kind of guy. Routine calms me.
Fearful of the MRSA virus which no doubt lurks in that septic tank of a gym I became nervous about the redness and swelling surging away from the laceration. Now my tetanus shot is up to date (whatever that is) and I’ve got some bacteria hunting drugs. I usually let my body scrap it out with all invaders, but this is the gym we are talking about. Those places are filthy. Besides, the real benefit to the drugs is that it puts me on lockdown. No drinking allowed. That means no late nights, empty calories, or squandered loot.
All I have to do is stare out the window and wait.