My Head Hurts

News flash… I have a headache.  I know… how rare… right?  I think it’s because my pillow is too thick and my neck is not in the right position when I sleep.  Or it could be this thing I’m working on at work where I’m trying to figure out how to magically support UTF-8 encodings in all 4 million lines of our legacy c code without having to completely rewrite, or even modify most of it. Yuck.

I got a great birthday card and note from Brett and Lori Tuesday.  I think it’s pretty cute that Lori still signs the card and Brett doesn’t just sign her name for her.  Newlyweds!  But, because of the note, I found out that I have to change my typical “all two of my readers” comments to “all four of my readers.”  They claimed they WERE the two readers I have, but I know for a fact that my mommy and my wife read it.  I suspect there are other closet readers too… like the IRS, NSA, FBI.  Remember, you’re not paranoid if they really ARE watching you.

I had a good morning, even with the headache.  Braden was a ray of sunshine that just made me laugh and start my day off on the right foot.  Hard to really explain, but he was just in rare form and made me smile.  It started with “Dad, I want to play with you.”   And ended with a hug and kiss before I left.  In the middle was “Dad! You can’t go to work without shoes!"” and “You can’t go to work with a balloon on your shirt.  People will laugh at you.” 

I’ve lost my birthday weight, finally!  7 miles in three days on the treadmill and it feels great! But I’ve got a ways to go if I’m going to hit my 30 lb goal by Barney’s arrival.  I added a widget to the left side (<---- That way) that shows my running log from dailymile.com.  Pretty cool site if you just want to get in the habit of tracking your workouts.

I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone Saturday for Easter and Braden’s birthday.  It’ll be great having everyone who can make it, but it’ll suck not seeing Josh, Brett and Lori (mostly Lori…sorry Josh and Brett).   And yes, that was an attempt at trying to weed out some of those closet readers.  I know Mark doesn’t read it because he hasn’t corrected any of my major grammatical errors up to now, yet.