No Satisfaction
Since I'm blogging for an audience of deux (I chose the French word because it sounds like "duh", and that's about how I feel at the moment) and the inside references won't matter, here's what's going on.
I talked to younger brother for a good while tonight -- I called him first because I knew older brother also needed a call (more about that later). Younger is doing ok six months after his surgery but is concerned he's reached a platueau in his recovery. Day to day is ok, but any extra exertion/exercise (gardening, golf) is exhausting. He's beginning to become concerned about where this is headed. Considering that he's a healthcare professional and has taken much better care of his body than I have, and I don't have those symptoms, well I can't blame him in the least.
Older brother learned today he's out of work and I spent a goodly time talking to him about that, and his possible options. I cautioned against hiring Jackie Chiles, but he's considering Rabinowitz, Rabinowitz, and Rabinowitz. 'Nuff said.
All of this means I haven't finished my homework, and I missed the Yankees' top of the fifth where they scored 8 runs and took a 5 run lead against the O's. This, after having paid about $1 per game to watch the Yankees this year, and they play alot of games.
And I just got an email from a Mrs. Huff, who tells me in the subject of the email that she can eliminate anxiety for good. Why do I feel like Mick Jagger singing "I Can't Get No Satisfaction"?