We are less than a week away from Election Day 2020, and I must admit that I am apprehensive as hell. Donald Trump is running behind in the polls, but I have nightmares that he’ll be reelected.
This isn’t just because I lean Democratic, but because I firmly believe that the American Experiment can’t survive 4 more years of his leadership or lack thereof.
I finished my first book, called “Agile Limericks”. It’s a collection of poems and essays about Agile development and Scrum. For those of you not in the IT industry, it’s a way of building software that I’ve been studying and learning about for the last few years.
Admittedly, I self-published, but I’ve managed to sell a few copies, so I’ll say that counts.
If you are at all interested, you can buy your own copy in either ebook or print on demand paperback here.
In the meantime, I’m 6000 words into my first novel “Flight of the Pigasus” and 2 stories into a 10 story collection called “Masks and Other Things”
I’ve been out of work 6 months now. It’s hard to really feel hopeful, but I keep trying.
I just realized I haven’t written anything here in more than a month.
I’ve been busy looking for work and doing other writing projects.
My first ebook comes out on Kindle at the end of the month, and the novel I’ve been threatening to write for 10 years is finally in Chapter 2.
I’ve been on Weight Watchers for a week and have lost a total of 10 pounds at this point. If I get brave enough I might even post a picture just so I have a reference. The big thing I’ve relearned is to eat mindfully. That means paying attention to what I put in my mouth. As long as I do that and consciously decide what to eat, I do pretty well.
My wife has informed me that she wants to see a lot less of me. She doesn’t want a divorce, she wants me to lose weight so I’ll be healthier. I’ve needed to do this for a long time, as I am beyond being merely obese.
I joined Weight Watchers yesterday and am committing myself to at least 30 minutes on my floor elliptical every day, or to take one of the 3 furkids for a walk.
I did remind me of the following:
Never Say Diet
“Your belly’s too big.” said my doctor one day
as he poked at and prodded my gut
“Your flab has got flab of it’s own, my dear boy!
Not to mention your prominent butt!”
I thought for a moment, before I replied
“How much weight are we talkin’ bout, doc?”
He answered, “I hope that I’m not being snide
but I’ve purchased more Weight Watcher’s stock”
I had to agree that the scale didn’t lie
though ignoring it worked for a while
I gave a deep sigh, said I’d give it a try
thus beginning my seven month trial.
I ate cabbage soup till my hair turned pale green
I drank Slim Fast in cups, pints and quarts
Richard Simmons came by, but he just made me cry
He wedgied my exercise shorts!
There was Zumba and Yoga and seven day fasts
to shed all the pounds that I’d gained
Repeated colonics and various tonics
Left me weary and bleary and drained
But finally I lost all the weight I’d put on
And I’m feeling much lighter than air
I’m looking my best as I start a new quest
I’m regrowing a full head of hair