All my Christmas presents have been wrapped up and mailed (and some already opened… now that they’re supported in Canada, I got Caitlin a Kindle, which I’m already a little jealous of, and speaking of gadgets, I also gifted a handheld wikipedia — available here — which is just so cool and I wish had been available when I was a kid), and Nefarious has been put on a plane to visit her mother for Christmas. In a way that’s my gift to them both, because it was “my year” for Christmas in our legal-world agreement, but they get to see each other far too rarely, so I wanted them to have the time together.
That wasn’t totally selfless though — first thing in the morning Caitlin and I are getting on a plane to Cayo Coco, Cuba, having bought a last minute vacation for the resort that had the best reviews we could find. It will be so nice to relax for a week, put my feet up, do a little sailing, and float in the ocean. Especially because earlier in the week I had a nasty fall and perhaps even broke my ankle — even on a mountain of oxy it’s doing very little to control it, so I’m nauseous from the pain and it’s even harder than normal to walk. I’m really looking forward to it. I’m bringing my computer along to do some programming (I’m really enjoying adding more and more to ZenCASH and have made good headway to adding support for — with an increasingly jumbled GUI since it can do so much — Backpage and Daype automated searching as well), and maybe some writing as well.
Anyway, happy holidays everyone, we’ll be back just before the New Year.
Adding on, because I mostly wrote all that “in advance”, when I was driving back from the airport I got pulled over as part of an alcohol check… “Have you been drinking tonight,” the cop asks me, and I tell him no. I mean, why are they even pulling people over for this as they leave the airport parking lot? Do people go to the airport to drink? Anyway, then he gives me a buddy-buddy laugh and says, “just haven’t started for the night yet, right?” I told him that I don’t drink at all and asked him if I could leave. Thanks a lot for that waste of time. It greatly improved my mood for the hour long traffic jam that followed!
Continuing in the complaining, we’re supposed to be at the airport at something like 3 AM. Arrrrrrgh! I think I will fall asleep at the airport as soon as I am permitted to sit. Should I even go to bed? I’m am seriously dying to get off my legs. There’s blood pooled in my heel — bruising along the side — which increases my suspicion that something is at least minimally broken. I have trip insurance, maybe I will get to test the theory that Cuba has a superior health care system. Anyway, complaining done. I have a lot left to do tonight, like, starting packing, and lest my recent two paragraphs mislead you, I really am hugely looking forward to the next week.