Raisins & Sudafed

This morning I woke up with a sore throat.  The kind that you just KNOW isn't temporary.  Sure enough by this afternoon, my nose was running like a faucet.  Enter religious doses of Zicam every three hours.  And attempting to hydrate more than usual, because I feel like I read that once on the internet.  I did just find a secret stash of sudafed in my laptop bag, so I assume sweet relief is only minutes away.  And NGP promises to not tell any of my coworkers if I so happen to take a nap here in the motorhome while testing continues unaware.

Unfortunately, using the "WypAll" sandpaper napkins has already rubbed my nose raw.  Fortunately, NGP is entertaining me with a flashlight: pretending to be a lighthouse on his swivel chair, sending morse code distress signals, and pretending he's got a light saber.

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NGP fully distracted me for the last two hours, so no blogging was done, but lots of grand conversation and much heckling of the test director happened.  So, internet friends, we'll try this again tomorrow.

In fact, I have been so distracted over the last couple of hours that I can't find my Zicam.  Now is the time to panic.

2014

Consider this the unofficial return to the blog after an unofficial and unintended hiatus.

Current situation: noon to midnight GVT shift, moving into the condo and out of the storage unit, wishing for any amount of snow in the mountains, attempting to curb the holiday eating and drinking spree.

Much to update here.  Hoping to dig into it soon.