They say it was a nice weekend. I wouldn’t know.
After a tough three days fighting some damn bug that laid me low, the will to live has returned. Today I will venture out for the first time since Friday morning.
Busy week coming up. Have to finish up a video from last week’s board of supervisors meeting, write three stories from the meeting for this week’s Floyd Press and get ready for a long day in Circuit Court on Tuesday.
I have some exciting projects in the works, ones that have been dormant for far too long. With luck, I can get some of them back on-line for public consumption.
A friend over breakfast last week wondered if everything is all right.
I wondered why.
“You’re not your old self,” he said. “You’re not stirring up trouble.”
I had to laugh. I’ve never set out to “stir up trouble.” I just seems to happen but lately I do find myself avoiding fights and controversies. I keep trying to remember that I came here to retire and relax and finding myself in the middle of things does not fit either goal.
I want to take pictures, shoot video and — when time and weather permit — head out on the open road on my Harley.
I’ve served my time in the trenches. Time for others to take up the good fight.