Sure, sure, I’m back home with my family, and that’s pretty nice, but my body’s chemistry is not supporting a state of “joy” right now.
I can analyze it pretty easily. My diet has been way off for a week or more, and I’m both tired AND jet-lagged. I’ve not gotten much exercise, nor a significant amount of outdoor activity in the last 10 days. These individual elements conspire to produce torpor, and leave me more susceptible to illness, allergic response, and that weird macroeffect known as a “mood swing.” click here for more pathetic, self-pitying ramblings
It took some doing, but Rob and I finally found the disc golf course in Rotterdam. When we finally pulled over and asked a random pedestrian where we could find it, he thumbed over his shoulder at the fourth tee-pad. If it was a snake, it would have bit… well, it would have bit someone other than those driving past it in their car.
Last night was the post-summit dinner, and it ran way too late. This morning I checked out of the hotel, had Erno drive me to Capelle (which, as it turns out, is completely surrounded by Rotterdam), and met with our support folk in Capelle. I’ve not had as good a time talking with tech support guys as I had with these dudes. Maybe it’s because I was pretty unhinged after being in “controlled release of information” mode for three days. Maybe it’s because we all ganged up on the French. It seems that I’m not alone in my penchant for bashing the language-bigots who tried to shove a camera up my output port three years ago.
In just a few minutes Rob and I are heading over to Het Park to play a round of Disc golf. We’ll see how it goes. I’m bringing the camera. Hopefully I can get pictures posted before I leave Capelle for Amsterdam.