It's the little things

Walking back from the cadillac (bathroom), I realized there are a few very small things in life that make all the difference to my attitude on how to approach a situation. For instance... It is hot as balls here. I hate hot. I like a nice 75 degree year round temperature. I don't like sweating and having to use powder on my feet and drawers to keep from stankin' etc. etc. But when I go to the cadillac and wash my hands, I don't dry them. Instead, I wipe them on my head and get my buzz cut hair all wet. And when I walk back the 50 feet to my building, and there is a breeze, however hot it is... goes through my wet head and makes me feel good. It's that kind of little things that makes my attitude positive about being here.

Today I had lunch with my buddy Chris, who I graduated college with. We caught up on all kinds of things... he's married with a kid now. That made me feel old. He and I used to go to Mexico and get into all kinds of trouble, and here we are in the middle of absolutely nowhere all grown up. Funny how the same old stories pop up though and how people don't change at all sometimes.

Watching the movie "Ray" on our movie server at work and about to leave for the day.

Cheers,
d