Why yes, yes I did in fact work on my novel a bit this evening. Very productive day, if I may say so myself.

It’s a rough draft, and it sucks. But hey! it’s my first ever completed story.

But what I really want to do is work on my novel. I am still transcribing through Dragon Naturally Speaking to convert my written words into text files. It is slow and arduous, mostly because I cannot stand my own writing. It is embarrassing, honestly.

Oh well.

At least the house is clean, the floors swept and mopped, bedding washed, dried, and put back on the bed, and the living room dusted. I even vacuumed the rugs! Yeah, scared myself with that one.

All that just to avoid working on my novel. See? Told you it was embarrassing.

This is just incredible!

This brings back memories. Oh, and makes me feel old.

Of course, most great shows back in the 70s, and into the 80s, tended to descend into camp. The Six Million Dollar Man was one of those shows. After having some of the best writing up front, it sunk into the lowest depths of unconscious self mockery. Yet, I have to admit, I miss that old show. And the above opening with that few seconds of phenomenal running, which they never could recreate successfully in the show itself, still stands as one of the best special effects filming not even recreated in this day of CGI.

Update: My bad, I forgot to give a tip o’ the hat to skippy!

Like, out of the blue, I came down with a headache. Oh, and my neck muscles feel tight and achy. I have not had much water, so I figured it might be dehydration. I filled up my Dunn Bros. Coffee Camelbak water jug about 10 minutes ago and it is damn near empty now. So, I am guessing I figured right.

Sometimes I forget just how excellent John Williams is as a composer. Star Wars, Harry Potter, Jaws, etc., etc., etc.

Okay, yes, I am going to watch The Super Bowl. But only for the commercials. Really. I could care less about the teams.

And no, I do not read Playboy for the articles. What would be the point?

It is what every 50 year old with health coverage has to experience. Granted, I am 51, but I finally went through with a colonoscopy. And you know what? They found 5 polyps. The pictures of them show no discoloration. Just bumps. Hell, not even bumps, really. Just swellings. Still, they were cut off and cauterized. Now I have to wait a week to find out if any of them were cancerous.

What amazes me is that I feel no pain from the removal. Actually, in some ways my gut feels better. I do not know if it is because of the 24 hours of emptying out my gut just removed whatever was causing the general feeling of swelling, or if it was the polyps. In either case, I am surprised at how much better I feel.

Now, if anyone is interested in seeing the inside of my colon, by all means leave a comment here on my blog.

What with being in a fog and all, when it came time for me to pick a sober date shortly after being admitted into the halfway house I racked my brain for what seemed like weeks (probably only 15 minutes really) and settled on January 30th, 1985 as the last day of use of any alcohol or drugs. Turns out that it was a Wednesday back than too.

Yeah, it’s been 28 years. Now, if you will all excuse me, I have to give the DNR fire watch who sits outside my door a cup of coffee. That’s right; I’m so dry I need my own fire watch.

Oh, okay, I’ll stop with the bad jokes.

In case any of you are too young to remember the show; here is a taste.