Goodness, this has been a long week. What with all those pesky customers and travel and meetings and email and phone calls. And then with the conference calls and the dead iPhone, it's a wonder I made it to Friday without falling over.
And next week is looking just as busy. At least there are two days between now and then.
I read this from an author whose writing I enjoy: "I was raised by scientists and tend to be on the Scully side of the equation. . . I always look for the rational explanation before going to the supernatural explanation."
What I find interesting about this is that I was raised by religious people, but still fall on the "Scully side of the equation," looking for a rational explanation first. Makes me wonder if this kind of scientifically inquisitive mind is nature or nurture. Makes me think the "God gene" theory may be right.
At the same time, I cannot discount the supernatural. There are too many things that defy scientific explanation, too many things I've seen or known.
Today I had a cup of french-pressed, organic, free-trade coffee. Served black.
I haven't had a cup of black coffee since college, I think. And the experience brought back so many memories of sitting in the rec room on the first floor of the men's dormitory. Sadly, I can't remember what we called that place. I can't even remember the name of the Hall itself. Pathetic.
I do remember the women's dormitory was Veda Hodge Hall. And the women who lived there were Veda Mooses. To this day, I have no idea why we were called that. Moose are not native to Texas.
But, I digress. Black coffee = college and chess and writing code till the wee-hours.
Yesterday, my iPhone died. It wouldn't charge or boot up. And that really sucked because I base my whole day around that phone. It has my calendar of appointments, my contact list complete with phone numbers and email addresses, and the internet . . . not to mention my voice mail and email. Today was a serious case of withdrawal and disconnection from my work.
But the guys at the Genius Bar rock the planet, and I walked out with a brand new phone. And so many unanswered voice messages that it'll take me till next week to catch up. Oh, and some new accessories, too. Can you really go into an Apple Store and NOT buy something?
Someone we love died today after a long, painful ordeal with his heart. He needed a new one, you see. And then he finally got one, but never woke up after the surgery. Now he's gone.
It's impossible to know if he would have had more days without the heart-replacement surgery, relying instead on the failing organ he was born with. We'll never know. His wife and kids will never know.
It's hard to believe that a God of miracles didn't (or perhaps wouldn't) intervene in the way we all hoped and prayed He would. It's hard to believe in Him when this kind of thing happens.
The slowest line (at the checkout, at the airport, anywhere, everywhere) will be the line that I am in.
Industrial strength automatic toilets are really some sort of SURPRISE bidet/toilet combination.
That perfect thing will always be the most expensive thing in the store, any store. Every single time.
