I’m sitting at Chapters in downtown Newberg today. This is maybe the third time I’ve come here to write in the past week or two. It’s been really nice, and surprisingly productive (which is why I keep coming back).
Except today. I had a rough start. I got here early but had to turn around and head all the way home to get a phone adapter. Then I had to just sit and wait while my phone charged.
But that’s not the real problem. The problem is that I can feel myself bursting out of my clothes. I’ve gotten so damned fat, even I can’t believe it.
This post originally appeared on pdxkcm.com on Wednesday, January 19, 2011 under the title “Wellness”.
Just before I got out of the shower this morning my wife opened the door and made a dispiriting announcement:
“Seth just threw up.” (Seth is our son.)
Illness comes every now and then, it’s a fact of life. The stomach flu is different. I would gladly endure ten colds if it meant I could avoid one twenty-four hour, gut-wrenching marathon of nausea, feverish and sleepless dreams, and intermittent dashes to the bathroom.
You can stream the narration audio below or download it here.