Blast and Damn!

So, I wake up this morning at 5:15, because the jerks who are laying the cable, or whatever the hell they're doing, starting going up the side road. 5:15. Who begins construction work, in the middle of a residential area, at 5:15 in the morning?! I'll tell you who: The sadistic bastards in the public works department. By the time I got out of bed at 6:10, there were so many cars and trucks parked outside, it looked like a party. Complete with a large dump truck with the hood up, apparently with some sort of mechanical issue. I'll give them an issue! Ridiculous.

Anyway, I've made it to Thursday. Wasn't sure I would. Does make it easier that I was home on Monday, 'though I wouldn't exactly call it a day off. Pain meds are helping, but they don't kill the pain completely, they just sort of dull it, so I can ignore it. Such is life. Thank God for the heating pad I have at work. I sit at my desk, trying desperately to care about what I'm doing, and failing miserably, and keep the heating pad radiating on my knees.

I did go outside last night, and watched the meteor showers for a bit. I saw a couple of quick ones, and one really neat, long one, that I watched slowly streak across the sky. It was moving way too fast for a plane. I went out, and laid in the hammock, and stared up at the stars. Haven't done that nearly enough. It was very peaceful.

I apologize for the disjointed posts. Rather hard to get the brain to function coherently in the morning, and the Vicodin only makes it more interesting.