I felt like I should write something important. So I did (see last sentence). I don’t really feel any better now. Strange.

Travis has had a fever the past day or so and has not been his usual (mostly) smiley self. His temp was 101 yesterday before we got the greenlight for Tylenol. He’s seemed to be in less pain today but looked worn out all day. Right now he’s with Kelly nursing.

I’ve been in a melancholy mood today, for whatever reason. Work was pretty busy this morning, with the phone seemingly ringing off the hook. Fortunately, it was a very understanding customer, if a needy one, and could have been worse. I felt like I had to get a break, so I ate my lunch in my car, sitting in the parking lot.

It may be just post-sickness delirium. I slept on the sofabed last night in an effort to give Kelly and Travis some room to rest, but wound up sleeping poorly. The cat kept crowding me and waking me up. Bah.

I may also be tiring of cube life. There’s this great cartoon I saved from a few years back. It shows two sides of society. The “loser” is locked in a small cell. The “winner” is locked in a small cubicle. The only difference is the uniform.

On the other hand, I formed a goal tonight on the way home. The goal is to put a million bucks into our back account. I figure its a good start, and within the realm of possibility depending on what I do.

Set a goal and work backwards. The rest will take care of itself.