Welcome to the Holidays
Everything about this day, right from the start, was designed to annoy me.
I had to be at the doctor's office by 7:40 for a physical, which meant driving on the highway in the dark during rush hour.
Back at 8:45, start writing at 9. Work until 10:15, then straight to physical therapy (sciatica). Left at 11:30 and drove straight to the pool.
Wound up having breakfast at 1:30. Poor planning.
The physical therapy guy I'm working with is tremendous, with an assortment of impressive insights, but he whistles to the holiday music that's playing on loop. Sometimes he sings along in this faux Bing Crosby voice. How do you say "I really respect your knowledge, but if you don't stop that I'm going to strangle you" without being, um, offensive?
The guy really knows his stuff, though, and I'm seeing improvement. I'm hopeful he'll cure me, if he lives that long.
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