I’ve had better weeks.
Since Monday evening, I’ve been operating at a lot less than 100 percent.
Whatever nasty bug/virus/bacteria is going around, whatever nasty bug/virus/bacteria has caused schools to shut down to be cleaned and sterilized, has made it to my end of Summit Street.
Monday was fine. I got home after a day in Bellville about 4:30 or 5 p.m. I felt OK, not great, but OK. I watched some cooking shows and wrestling on TV and went to bed.
Tuesday morning was not good. Wednesday morning was worse. Thursday morning was a little better. And overnight Thursday/Friday, I had a relapse.
Not sure if it is because I’m getting older, but in my prime, I rarely missed a day of work. At least that used to be the case. And when I was sick, I was sick a day and that was it.
I have been home since Tuesday and as I write this at 6:30 Friday morning, I’m not going to the office today, either.
That doesn’t mean I’m not working. I’m just doing it from home, which is better for me and my co-workers.
Misery loves company
I wish someone had not whispered that phrase in my pup’s ear.
This morning, about 5:30, Miss Beatrix, my beautiful, white pitbull with black dots on her ears, started making funny noises from next to me in bed. I recognized that sound. So I coaxed — pushed — her to the floor, just in time for her to cough up a big white, frothy pile of …. something.
It’s 7 a.m., and I’ve cleaned up 10 of those piles from the carpet and rug already. I’m already down one roll of paper towels. I hope this ends before the final two rolls are used up.
Make up your mind Mother Nature!
I know immediacy changes how we look at everything in our past.
But what the heck is up with the weather?
A month ago, Galion’s three reservoirs were hurting. There was no water emergency — as there was still months of water available — but the water levels were very low. And now, each time it rains, that water just runs straight through Galion’s system downstream to other areas. The reservoirs are filled to the brim.
Last weekend, the temperature almost hit 60. Three days later, we got 3 inches of snow and there were single-digit wind chills.
I woke up Thursday morning to a beeping and scraping sound. I thought I was in the middle of a dream featuring the Road Runner and Wyle E. Coyote.
Nope. It was a city truck adorned with a plow and salt backing up on Summit Street.
It’s actually a pretty rare sound this season. And who knows, I may not hear it again.
This weekend’s temps are supposed to be in the mid- to high 50s again.
Normal temperatures — whatever that means, anymore — will return next week.
All I know is my aging body and my aching knees and my compromised immune system are getting tired of Mother Nature’s fickleness.
I’m looking forward to golf season, which considering the way this year is going so far, could be next weekend, or it may not arrive until August.
My idea to give her something to settle her stomach was not a good one.
But this pile at least had some color to it.
Oh, and so did the next pile.
Beatrix keeps trying to crawl up on the sofa next to me. Not happening.
I put a couple old blankets on the love seat across from where I’m sitting and typing. She’s going to have to stay there for a little while longer.
But at least she jumps to the floor each time she needs to expel something.
Baseball season inching closer
Goodyear, Arizona. It’s an appropriate place for the Tribe to spend spring training, especially after a wonderful — if heart-breaking — 2016.
Pitchers and catchers are set to report on Sunday and workouts begin Feb. 14. Indians’ position players report on Feb. 16, and Feb. 18 is the day when the full squad kicks off the year.
The Indians have made some changes — all positive — during the off-season, but I’m not certain they can match their 2016 success, when I think they over-achieved.
I hope I’m wrong.
As far as my favorite Cleveland team, the Browns can only get better. Worse is an impossibility.
I have no idea what they are going to do for a quarterback.
I kind of like the idea of Tyrod Taylor (for the right price) until they figure out how to proceed. I don’t know if trading for Jimmy Garoppolo is the best option for Cleveland. I won’t quibble if they do make that trade, but there have too many QBs come through New England who excel under the play-calling and game-management brilliance of Bill Belichick, only to falter somewhere else. Garoppolo may be the exception. We shall see.
And then there are the Cavs.
I just don’t know.
Lebron James is playing too many minutes. This team is ripe for a major injury to one or the big three, based on the number of minutes they are having to play. I hope not.
I think the Cavs will make it to the NBA Finals — barring that major injury — and then?
Anything can happen.
It certainly did last year.
Still, the end of the basketball season is not yet even in sight. Of all the pro sports season, this is the one that seems longest. And truly the regular season, seems so unimportant.
But as I do in all things. I’m hoping for the best.
Anyway, got to go. Beatrix is at it again.
Russ Kent is editor of the Galion Inquirer. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org with story ideas or comments.