The flu that I had has settled into my lungs.  After some chest x-rays, the doc says I have pneumonia.  Great.

Now I know how my wife feels.  I can’t breathe!

Fancy cough medicine before insurance co-pay discount - $98.00

Fancy antibiotic before insurance co-pay discount (7 pills) - $90.00

Knowing that all of this could have been avoided if the moronic managers at work would have just gone home instead of infecting the rest of us when they got sick - Priceless

Co-pay on the two meds was still $90.00!  Wanna know something stupid?  They’re upset at work because I decided to go home and go to bed.  Doc said if I didn’t, I’d end up in the hospital.  Trust me, you don’t want to send me to a hospital.  It would not be pretty.

The company I work for sells flooring, pretty yarn and fake wood.  Get over it!

Because the weather was not conducive to cutting firewood, I canned 12 quarts of butter today.  It is well worth the effort, as it will keep for years, but probably won’t around our house.

Real butter, though shunned by some health freaks, is better for you than wanna-be butter created by scientists in a laboratory.

If it ain’t natural, it ain’t natural.

Come Flight in Winter, we’ll have real butter for our homemade biscuits.

I was just thinking…

If you could write a complex, four dimensional algorithm consisting of an infinite number of constantly changing variables, it could theoretically be used to create virtually undetectable nodules, or pockets within itself. These nodules could serve as storage for encrypted data, the keys to which would be impossible to decypher through standard computational methods.

Inserting data into these nodules would be accomplished by matching mathematical segments thereof with compatible patterns of nodule placement, actively rendered by the algorythm. Only information compatible with a particular section within the algorithm would fit within the created nodule. Analysis of data compatibility would be accomplished or even synthesized by an artificial intelligence wrapper created by the algorithm. Conceptually, all past, present and future knowledge could fit within a depression made by the point of a pin, with room to spare.

It’s just a theory, but data compression capabilities could transcend a heretofore inconceivable dimension. Agreed?

Don’t make me prove it.

Sometimes, I’m allowed…

I’m allowed to stop responding.

I’m allowed to sit and stare.

I’m allowed to get lost.

I’m allowed to fall apart.

I’m allowed.

I won’t be long.

Don’t Take The Girl

She went in for another test today and was told that all is well.  No problems, no cause for concern.  Apparently the original mammogram results were inaccurate.

Happy-Loo-Yah!