Daynotes On A Budget, V6.0

 I hope your Christmas celebrations were more fun than mine.   It's been a while, so let me sum up.  Back on 12/19/2025 after walking the dogs around the parking lot across the street, as I did nearly every evening the weather permitted, I came into the house and realized I was having a real problem catching my breath.  I put it down to the increased humidity and cold out there, combined with a seasonal respiratory issue - no infection, just a seasonal collection of mucous in my head that did not want to leave.   I tried laying down in bed, but it got worse.  So I told myself I'd sleep in my recliner.  I did get an hour or so of sleep, but things weren't getting better, despite the decongestant.  Then I thought "what if it's a problem with the furnace?"  I calmed right down.  I'd replaced the batteries in all of the smoke/carbon monoxide detectors just a month before, and standing outside didn't seem to make a difference. ...

        It was November of my Senior Year in High School. The band director, my favorite teacher in the school, tagged me and another drummer at the end of Concert Band. We had been heading out, but he managed to corral us for a moment.  We had no idea that, in a few months, the room we were standing in would be abandoned because a portion of the rear of the building - the building which had two upper floors that had been closed off due to the deterioration of the building that had been built in 1891, if I recall correctly. But it was there, the risers around us taking the upper level in the rear of the room about three feet above the lower area where we entered and the band director's podium stood next to the piano.   He had been asked by someone - he was vague as to whom - if he could find a couple of drummers to participate in a Veteran's Day observance out at the Veteran's Home. Well, we knew where it was - it had been the destination of every Memo...

 Back in the ... well, I started reading quite a few folks who ware no longer with us, and thinking "ya know, maybe I could do it."  And I kept it up for for  a few years, but things have...  Well, changed a lot. For starters, no longer being responsible for other folks computers has been both good and bad.  I still enjoy working on and with computers, but I do not have to be responsible for what happens when one of my fellow employees clicks on a link in an email that might seem harmless...  and never is.  I haven't clicked on a link in an email message in at least 20 years now.  At where I work now, there are regular "phishing" messages that show up and we're supposed to report them as phishing.  I usually do.  But most of the emails with links that come into my work address get deleted immediately.   Other than that, I'm doing well health-wise.  I'm not twenty, or even forty, but I'm feeling much better than I had....

I'm still here, kicking a little less, fighting some stupidity...  I guess. Back in 2008, I was hospitalized for over a week.  I had a significant amount of pain in my leg, went to see the doctor, and got an antibiotic shot.  And i was told to come back if my foot got "redder".  Two days later I was told to go to the ER.  They ran me through a bunch of tests, and a surgeon opened up my left shin and dug out a lot of infected tissue.   I guess I was lucky to keep the leg, the next 90 days were about as difficult as they've been lately.  i learned a great deal about managing my diabetes.  And I learned a little more about the world.  Which was, aside from my wife and kids, not too many people gave a great deal of crap about me.  Sure, I have friends, but when it comes to help solving problems, many of them land on me. Back in 2008, I came home with a stack of prescriptions.  A couple were for test strips, lancets, and a blood meter....

I recall an old "joke" I stumbled over a few years ago which is even more painful now than when I heard it originally. "If I knew I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself."   Not that I had any reason to believe I was going to die young.  I have managed to get myself past 58, where my father had a massive heart attack, and while I do have a pacemaker earlier than Dad got his, I do attribute that to better detection and knowing what we now know.  My father was having episodes where he would essentially faint and have what my mother called "shakes".  I was out of the house by this time, so the tales of what he went through were weird.   The doctors attached him to monitors in the office, and nothing stood out.  They sent him home with a monitor, which one of my sisters described as a "tricorder".  It hung on a strap from his shoulder, and was about the side of an old-style cassette recorder - maybe a foot long, three ...

 Been rough couple of weeks around here, but life keeps going.   From the top, no, the new job is still doing great.  I am settling into the role and getting back to comfortable with the process.  It's a little bit different than I had done for the previous seven years, but it works.  And the company is a good one, with great people.  I'm extremely fortunate in that regard.   In other areas, no, we haven't made it back out to the Renaissance Festival after our first visit two weeks ago.  And the chances don't look good, thanks to yours truly, doing stupid stuff again. There were also two losses that felt pretty big, to me.  I'm not going to share the names, because through most of the world, they will mean nothing.   To me, they were quite important people in small segments of my life.  The first was a high school associate, someone I knew, could say "hey, how's it going?" to him and get a grin and a response.  T...