Slammed

Still slammed by work (and I think it's had an effect on my physical outlook as well: after multiple late nights and hardcore days (Thursday, I worked from 6am to 8pm with about a total of 1 hour break for eating in between [and stopping early only because of a hacker attack on our servers]; Friday, worked straight from 6am to 4pm with about 30 min of break... stopping only because I had hit a point where continuing would have meant another 4-6 hour binge and I just didn't want to do that), I was hit by a wave of nausea late Saturday night/early Sunday morning... maybe it was acid reflux [man, I have GOT to lose weight] since my throat was burning and tasting like I had been chewing on batteries [the only good thing was that by going to the kitchen at 1:30am to try to wash the taste away with water/tea/yogurt/fruit... I was able to watch Team USA's water polo team play and defeat China on Lisa's laptop on the counter]... the nausea didn't go away until last night, and all I did yesterday was sleep on the couch [effectively killing Pa's plans to buy a new car (four and a half months after his wreck)... plans that were put off from Saturday by a similar nauseated day for him]... went to sleep early last night and didn't wake until 6:15 [late for me]... and I could go back to bed with no arguments right now.

We pick up Kyle from UCLA water polo camp today... infrequent reports from him (via text... and only in reply to our requests/messages [yep, we've been relegated to teenage parent wasteland]) are that he's enjoying his time there, though a Hungarian shooter have been lighting him and the senior goalies up like a Christmas tree. Can't wait to hear the full scoop.

Friday's Olympic Opening Ceremonies were pretty damn cool, awesome, really (though that opening number with 2008 drummers was a little frightening with its robotic feel and intimidating numbers... which is what I assume was the intention of the hosts). Of course, knowing that Putin's lapdog was behind an invasion of Georgia at the same moment kinda killed the whole Olympic ideal (er, truce) vibe for me... didn't Medvedev get the damn Olympic memo?

Obama's veep announcement must be coming soon... I'm still holding out hope for Hagel or Powell, but I know that would piss off too many partisan Dems, so that's not gonna happen.

One last thing:

Can we please get a starting QB NOT made of glass??? Come on, Craft or Forcier... step up and lead us to ... well, if not greatness, at least in the right direction.

Back to work.

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UPDATE: Kyle's back from camp, I'm back to work, listening to the podcast of NPR's Most Emailed Stories... and I found this one. Parents, siblings, and friends, oh my... I hear you, sister, I hear you...