I caved in and re-installed Sanctum 2 this evening. Then I played for a while with Keliana, Link, and Patch. We’ll have to do that again sometime.
It reminded me that half the reason I installed Steam was so that I could play games with my kids. Man, the 21st century is cool.
Struggled to get anything done this morning. Made a little progress banging on two possible scripts for Sunday, August 24th. Not working.
Went shopping with my 11yo to clear my head. Got home and decided to take a white pill (20mg, 4-hour methylphenidate — it’s basically a short-term ritalin). Aaaand BANG. I’m able to script again. Wrote an all-new August 24th strip, then the next three days of the week. Then I brain-dumped into the outline and it all flowed gloriously.
I love the white pill, but I hate needing it.
I’m on vacation right now. It’s not something I’m very good at. Vacation, to me, means completely unwinding and relaxing. Touring the Grand Tetons, even just for half a day in the rain, means something else entirely.
But it was certainly pretty.
Now we’re back at the hotel, the kids are swimming, and I’m pouring sweat in the dry sauna trying to accelerate my caffeine detox. Later I think I’ll unpack some paints and base-coat a couple of trolls in the hotel lobby.
Sandra is stressing over the vacation a bit. I think that this first attempt in years is a little bit like other, more intimate things a couple might do for the first time: it probably requires practice before it’s as awesome as everybody else makes it out to be.
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There’s an old man who comes to the gym in the mornings. He has a walker with an oxygen bottle, and bears visible scars from open heart surgery and a pacemaker implant. Monday morning I loosened up in the hot tub, and the two of us talked.
I learned that he had his first surgery in early December of 1999. I was reminded of my bout with myocarditis that same month, and how, as I lay in the Intensive Care Unit at UVRMC, the rooms around me were full of what I have come to call “gray people.” Their skin was literally deathly pale, and I assumed that the majority of them were going to die there.
I asked where this man had gone for treatment back in ’99, and he told me he was at UVRMC, and spent most of December in the Intensive Care Unit.
One of those gray people not only survived, but did so for a full decade at current count.
The last decade has been huge for me. I started a new job, rose to prominence, and then quit to do the same thing again. I created Schlock Mercenary, and Sandra and I had two more kids.
All of this in a decade.
I don’t know what my elderly friend at the gym has done with the ten years the doctors, God, and/or the Fates gave back to him, but I’m sure they are precious.
Whine about the “aughts” if you must, but as we begin the second decade of the twenty-first century, know that at least two of us are really thankful for the last ten years.