Stuff

Sorry for the long hiatus, no matter, my Bride has been carrying the load. I am lucky to have her 'cause she carries the load in just about everything including unprovoked evil assaults on my helpless person. I have had a busy three weeks. Spent the last part of Jan and first part of Feb at FT Lee in Petersburg, Old Virginny. I took the opportunity to visit the Petersburg Siege Lines and visit the Museum of the Confederacy and the White House. Old Jeff Davis and I have something in common, where ever our children are is "Bedlam Broke Loose". I was standing out front of the Museum when it opened and they had to through me out when it closed. It was one of the best museums on the War of Northern Aggression I have ever been too! I was really struck at how small people were during the 19th century. The uniforms were absolutely TINY. The had a great many of them belonging to Jackson, Stuart, Lee, Hood etc. The largest by far was easily John Bell Hoods. Even then he couldn't have been more than 5 ft 6 inches with shoulders half the width of mine. Last week pretty much sucked though. When I returned from my class I found that my counterparts in higher headquarters were APOPLECTIC that I had the audacity to take the time to complete a Joint Logistics course (That the Corps gives lip-service to being important). Well, screw them. The week pretty much went down hill from there

What I did not mention is that when I arrived at FT Lee, I stepped our of my rental car onto a patch of ice and gravity took over. Despite my best efforts I was unable to avoid colliding with the third planet of our solar system and I earned a cracked rib for my effort. OUCH! The bureaucracy was just too much to bear to get seen by medical on an Army post to which I was only TAD so I wrapped it up and self medicated (what can you do for a rib anyhow). Well I my return home it was still bothering me, a lot better over all but it just did not seem to be improving, particularly with Chaos, Mayhem and Entropy bound and determined to seek out and aggravate the damage. My Bride prodded and prodded me until I finally when to the pecker checkers on Thursday. As I suspected their ain't a whole lot they can do for mending ribs but they applied their dark ministrations to find the most painful spots and poke them. Then they got interested in something else. Apparently, my lungs were rattling and they wanted to get some chest X-rays. Apparently, a rib cage injury tends to make one breath shallower which in turn makes one at risk for respiratory infections. I have to concede that they know of what they speak because I am about as sick as I would ever want to be and not DEAD. My poor Bride, I just ain't a good patient. At least this time I have been too weak to be an irritant!

TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD