Momentum

Today started slow but picked up steam so hard it was crazy. Then it wound down as quickly as it began. I think I did a full work day's worth of work in about 3.5 hours. I had a full lunch too, and breakfast. So the hanger issues were not prevalent today. Which is good because I had other frustrations to deal with. The most predominant issue is that I feel a sickness lingering on the outskirts. It is trying to find a way to take hold in my throat but I have been diligently thwarting it at every pass. I went all out this morning. When it started to turn the tide of the battle I regrouped and chugged 32 oz of water and went to my bed. Within minutes of reading my sweet Oak Island book I was unconscious. This euphoric nap only lasted for about twenty minutes and I was jerked awake by the loud and incessant dinging of my phone. Someone had started a large text group and people were active. Naturally I didn't care about most of the content which made the distraction all the more annoying. I never got back to sleep in my five minutes of efforts. So I returned to my office and dug into some issues. By lunch I was starting to feel on the mend, if I was ever not on it fully I don't know. So I ate a big broth of chicken soup and rice. My next move was to shovel off the driveway so it would melt and dry in the unseasonably warm weather we've been having. That done I got back after it. This is when the pace went wild. I was on the phone for most of the afternoon dealing with this and that then that and this. I finally got a reprieve only to get on the horn again with a former colleague who works for our Western team. Binky. We chatted for exactly one hour while he braved the wild Western roads. By then it was quitting time and the avalanche flow of email had stemmed to a whimper. I powered down the work unit and flipped my focus here to share the minutia of my day with my faithful readers that come back day after day to get a feed from the trough of Tugboat. The sickness is creeping back into my throat so it's time to feed and hopefully destroy it's presence within me. I tend to look at all infections or illness as an invading army and picture it as such. All American civil war era though. So picture the tickle in your throat as a rebel, or yankee, depending on your loyalty, encampment of men sitting around a fire, their plain white issued tents set up neatly around the fire. Large wooden crates stacked no more than two high between the tents, assumedly filled with supplies of some sort. They are chatting and planning their attack for the morning. When the next day arrives you feel a bit worse, so picture rows of tents now as they have a much larger force ready to assault you. And it builds from there until you have lines of men shooting each other and cannon fire from the hills. All out battle. Brutal combat. I hope I win!