I guess I'm at that point in life where my health is a significant issue. There are days, like yesterday, where I feel absolutely miserable, and it affects not only my work, but my attitude.

Most of my problems can be attributed to running too much in the years 1997-1998. This led to a leg problem known as compartment syndrome, which has required two fasciotomy surgeries to date, without a great deal of relief. Yesterday was incredibly miserable, as each step was excruciating. It's a little bit like having pieces of glass or nails hammered into the muscles of your shins, and after the implants are in, some sardonic bastard says "Okay, go on with your day". I wouldn't mind this too much if I had just run five miles, or scaled a mountain, but all I did was literally nothing. No exercise beyond sitting at a desk behind a computer, walking around at work, and a trip or two to the grocery store. That's it, period.

Of course all of this hit me in a series of dreams last night. The basic moral was "youth is wasted on the young".

I was going to write some more crap, but that's enough whining for now. Duty calls.