The Wizards lost, but I won…
I’m sick. According to two people who can only remote-diagnose my illness via phone conversations, I sound like death warmed over. And yet, given that I dropped $400 on ten tickets for family & friends to go to the game, I went to Game 4 of the Wizards-Cavaliers playoff series.
The Cavaliers won 100-97 in a thriller. It was one of those games where, in the final 5 seconds, you’re holding your breath and wondering if Gilbert Arenas was going to sink one of his patented end-of-game threes to send this puppy to OT.
Instead… he missed and the game ended.
At that point, I’m sick, my team has lost, and yet… I’m feeling pretty good because I’d been re-energized by having family & friends around. The game was simply an excuse to be around some people and soak up some positive vibes and love while trying to defeat this pesky bug that seems to persist despite my best attempts to expunge it from my system.
Even better: when I got home, I got phone calls and text messages from friends that brightened my day. I found the energy to assemble my new lawn mower (because the dandelion farm I’m cultivating is not eye candy for my neighbors), and my plan is to knock that out first thing in the morning, finish packing, then bolt to the airport for my flight to Vegas.
Then I’m going to catch up with customers, make sure everything is stable before I try to crash out hard and recuperate as much as possible.
It’s going to be a busy week!
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