I'm not much of a cowboy, but I'm doing plenty of mental wrangling... hoping that my brain is working right... wondering if it's not... finding that I've got a worry knot at the base of my neck, & I'm attempting to finagle a deep tissue massage some time before my scheduled appointment on the 24th.
Off to Sac tomorrow for a hang out with Chum - his b-day is the 15th, & we try to take time at least once every 8-12 weeks to get a good lunch (Cheesecake Factory or Tony Roma's) get some coffee (for me, foo foo for Chum) & catch a movie. It's good just to spend time together - sometimes, the deep thoughts swarm like the proverbial Salmon of Capistrano, but other times it's just light & goofy. We talk about 1 or 2x a week - on purpose. I'm thankful for my friend.
Spent the evening at UNR watching the Pasty Gangster scrimmage for the football camp - against 4 different teams. He's a LB (linebacker) which means he tackles people. And man, they are BIG nowadays. There were quite a few guys that are running 6'4" & 275+. Goodness. The Bean is not pleased about the prospects of Pasty encountering one of the big Thugs.
I'm at week 3.5 of a special type of eating. Enjoying it. Bring on the Flaming Hot Pork Skins. Yeah!