Rough

I've got coworkers dropping like flies.

There were so many people out today, they had to shut one of the lines down.  Now, I don't know if they all had the flu, or if some of them were just skipping work, but still.  We had a lot of people out. 

In my department alone, we had 4 brazers out.  They sent us three people from the lines to help, but then one of them got a phone call and had to leave.  It got so bad, at one point, even Stalker got onto a stand and brazed an order.

Heh, I'd sure like to see what his leak rate is.

Me, I'm struggling a bit myself.  I felt bad all day.  Not bad enough to come home.  Just bad enough to be miserable all day. I feel weak, shaky, and nauseated.  I'm not running fever, though, so I'm going to tough it out.  This will be me tomorrow. 

In fact, I might just print that out and hang it on my brazing stand...

We Called It

As some of you may recall, we've been going in on Fridays ever since we got back from Christmas.  Up until now, it's been 6 hour shifts  (5-11 AM), and voluntary.  Well, last Friday, Group Leader Shark came around and asked for volunteers to stay until 3:00 PM.  Only three people stayed.

Some of us were saying, "Watch, next week, they'll make us stay."  Sure enough, she came around this afternoon and said, "Friday 5:00 - 3:00, mandatory."  Sigh...well, look on the bright side.  More overtime. 

The bad news is, the flu is going around here locally.  Two brazers went home early this week with it.  Today, I saw someone walking down the aisle with a surgical mask on.  Nobody laughed at her. 

Nobody blames her.  Some of us have talked about getting masks of our own.  What with how run down I am with these long hours, I'm pretty sure my immune system is non -existent.



Well, I got brave yesterday morning.  I stepped on the scale for the first time since September.  It made me cry.  At least all the Christmas candy and stuff is gone -- except for the three bags of Hershey's kisses I have stashed in the cabinet...and the cookies in the freezer...and that's all I have to say about that.

The Song That Started It All

Here it is.  I've posted it before, but it deserves a re-run. 



It deserves a lot of re-runs.  Not just because it's such a beautiful song, but because it's the one that started it all.

This was the very first Piano Guys video I saw.  And that led to me finding more Piano Guys videos, and building a couple of Piano Guys playlists on YouTube.  Watching those Piano Guys videos on YouTube led to me wanting to learn to play the piano, and here we are...

Truthfully, I've kinda always wanted to take the piano back up again, ever since my mother cancelled my lessons.  It was watching Jon play and the joy he takes from it that inspired me to finally take the plunge. 

It hasn't always been easy.  Here lately, I've been kind of stuck in a rut as I work my way through my book.  It's getting better, though.  I've worked my way through some difficult pieces -- songs that I just did not like.  I kept at it, plugging away, reminding myself to appreciate the lessons those songs teach, even though I hated the song itself. 

Now, I've started learning some really fun songs, and I'm enjoying my lessons again.  I'm not going to tell you.  I've got another recital coming up in a few weeks, and want you to be surprised. 

At least you'll have something to look forward to.

Catching Up

My brain is tired.  So tired it's plumb numb.  I've almost lost interest in blogging -- a fact which coincides with the shift to this idiotic alternate schedule at work. My place of employment simply has no idea how draining these long, long shifts are.  No, wait.  They do know.   They just don't care.

I don't really want to be blogging today, but I feel the need to catch up.

And what news do I need to catch up on?  Well, I'll tell you.  Rylea is getting old.  This is no secret.  She also likes to sleep in my closet at night.  This is also no secret.  So, Friday while I was at the store, I picked her up a dog bed.

I'd put it by the door, because she likes to lay beside me while I play the piano.   However, she wouldn't get on it, so I moved it to the love seat.

This is as close as she got.

Eh, it's a start.  Later that evening, I moved the bed into the closet, and she lay on it then.  This morning, when I woke up, she was actually wallering on it.  I think she likes it.

The big news is, Saturday, I went to the Oxford Fiber Arts Festival.  Amy, Christi, and Leann came, too, and Leann brought her older daughter.  We had a great time, but alas, didn't do group photos.  I thought about it while we were eating, but by the time we got up from the table, it had totally slipped my mind.

Here are a few random snaps I took of the vendor booths.
 

This was my first time going to this one, and it was small, but nice.  I was good, and only bought one mini skein for my sock yarn blanket.

That's about all my brain dead brain can come up with for tonight.  I think Rylea and I will head for our beds. 

Goodnight.

Random Thoughts Of A Thursday Evening

1.  I woke up bright and early this morning -- well, I woke up early.  Nothing is bright at 3:30 AM.  I got out of bed and began getting ready for work, as is my custom.  I was just about to leave the house when I flew into a blind panic because I had forgotten something very important.  I delayed my departure until I'd retrieved that very important something, then went on to work, only a little bit behind my time.

2.  And what was this very important something that nearly made me late to work?  It was the name of the meteorologist on Galveston Island in the year 1900.

3.  I'm beginning to understand why I'm not married.

4.  The rest of what I bought during my indiscriminate spending spree Monday arrived today.

Fountain pen cartridges!  Eight colors, six cartridges each.  These fit the pen Cody got me for Christmas back in 2017.  These, plus new stationery yesterday....somebody's getting a letter!

5.  It's Isaac Cline, by the way.  The name of the meteorologist. 

6.  I've never watched the show The Bachelor.  Several years ago, I watched an episode, and felt a whole lot better about my own love life.  Or lack of.  Which is still better than the degradation those women put themselves through. 

7.  This season, I decided to give the show another try.  I lasted two episodes.  I'm shocked and appalled that people think this stuff is romantic.  I think it's creepy -- especially that rose ceremony.  I'm even more appalled that there are women who think the guy sleeping with 20 of them would make a good husband. 

8.  And I'll bet not one of them knows who Isaac Cline is. 

A Whole Lot Of Nothing

There's been a whole lot of nothing going on lately, which is why there has been very little blogging going on lately.  I don't have anything to talk about.

We had Monday off for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, and the plan was to go up to Southaven and do a little shopping.  I desperately need new work jeans, and I wanted to see if I could find somewhere that sells nice stationery.  Wal-mart has very little selection.  However, upon reflection, I decided my bank account was a bit to thin to do a lot of indiscriminate spending.

So, I just stayed home and spent indiscriminately on Amazon. 

See, I bought new stationery!

It's just letterhead, though.  I didn't find matching envelopes.  They probably have some.  I just haven't found them yet.

Anyway, the whole reason I went to Amazon in the first place is that I got a notice my lactose intolerance enzyme supplement was due to ship soon.  Back in the day, I used to get the box of 30 capsules.  Some time ago, they sent me a notice that those were no longer eligible for Subscribs & Save, and they were switching me to the box of 96.  Me, in my sleep deprived state -- in other words, my usual self -- didn't think to change the delivery period.

It took me a bit to figure it out.  By that time, I had quite the stash built up -- of boxes of 96.  All that to say, I went to Amazon to skip this next delivery.  While I was there, I saw the flashing banner for the deal of the day.  It was something that was on my wish list.  It was something I needed.  It was marked down 40%.  Naturally, I bought it.

It's the world's toughest survival tent for my bug out bag.  One of these days, I need to inventory my bug out bag to see what I have and what I still need to get.

Finally, remember a couple of days ago when Gareth Scott replied to my happy birthday greeting?  Well, if I had been brave enough, I'd have said something along the lines of:   if you ever find yourself in the middle of nowhere Mississippi,  U.S.A., I'll be happy to show you the sights....I hope you like cotton fields.

And if he ever came, I'd show him the cotton fields on Riverdale Road, and the cotton fields by the airport, and the cotton fields on 333 Loop, and the cotton fields on Papermill Road, and the cotton fields behind the Dollar General Store....

Then we'd go to the South end of town and I'd show him the cotton fields down there...

Don't I sound like a fun first date?

Did You Know?

Did you know my white headed shanty men have a movie out about them?

OK, it's not really about them, per se.  But it is.  It's a fiction movie based on how they were discovered.  Loosely...

Anyway, it was released in the U.K. back in May.  I waited patiently for it to be released on this side of the Pond, but it wasn't.  It came out on video in the U.K. in July, and I thought surely they'd release it in Region 1 format, too, but it wasn't.  Still, I waited patiently as I read reviews on their Facebook page from people in Australia, Germany, France...even China, talking about how good the film was.  And how much they enjoyed it.  I regularly checked Amazon to see if it had been released in Region 1 coding, but still nothing...

Then, a couple of weeks ago, they posted on their Facebook page that the sequel would begin filming soon.  Wait, what?  I haven't even gotten to see the first one, yet, and they're filming a second sequel?  Naturally, I did what any red blooded American and Native Born Texan would do...I got on Amazon and ordered a region free DVD player and the DVD.

The player arrived  in just a few days, but I had to wait for the disc to be shipped from England, so it took a bit longer.  Well, it finally arrived, and I was able to watch it this afternoon.  It was very good!  A bit kitschy and cheesy, but good nonetheless.  I always feel a little lost on the first Saturday without football, and this filled in the empty spot right nicely.

Speaking of football, I thought I'd set my DVR to record the Natty, but somehow I did it wrong and recorded ESPN's super redacted version.  Sigh....At least I got to see a little of it.  Maybe they'll replay it again during the off season.

Look at this:

It's coming up in the bed where I planted my bluebonnet seeds.  I'm not sure it's a bluebonnet or a weed, but I'm for sure not messing with it -- just in case.  There are about four of them coming up, so I'm hoping I get some bluebonnets this year.

Finally, tonight's sunset was gorgeous.  Pictures don't do it justice.

Oh, wait, I forgot something.  In the movie, one of the guys mentions the cough drop called Fisherman's Friend.  I've used them for years.  A few weeks ago, one of my coworkers was coughing and asked for one of my Hall's.  I told her to just keep the bag with her in case she needed more.  I wouldn't need them.  I'd broken out the big guns.



That night, she went and bought some.  The next morning, she came in and told me she'd put two into her mouth at once.  "Oh, Becky!  I won't ever do that again!"  But, she hasn't coughed since.

I think she's afraid to. .

A Heavy Heart

It is with a heavy heart I have to inform you I have decided to set aside the violin for the time being.

It wasn't easy, but I think it was necessary.  I enjoyed playing it, but I just don't have time to give three instruments their due.  Since I have more invested in the piano and guitar,  it was the violin which had to go.  I hope I can pick it up some time later, when I'm not so pressed for time.  In other words, when I'm not working so much...

Oh, look at what my next song in my guitar book is.

Because 'Murica.  That's why.

Speaking of work, I got there bright and early this morning -- some of us go in at 5:00 -- and Stalker was there.  He said he needed to come in early to watch us and make sure we were working.  I don't know about the rest of my fellow brazers, but that made me extremely angry.  I've been there 25 years (next month), and have been brazing for 21 of those 25 years.  I know how to do my job!  I don't need a [unwholesome word for which I had to repent] babysitter.  If I did, I sure wouldn't have lasted a quarter of a century out there.

I think he might have realized he'd crossed a line, because he stayed in the back most of the day.  Remember how I said they were rearranging the whole plant?  All the component areas are now in what used to be the plant, and the assembly lines are back in what used to be the warehouse.

It was a while before I ever needed to even go back there, but one day, a part stager gave me a partial to braze up.  She told me, "When you're done, put it directly into Line 3 Group Leader's hands."

I kind of felt like Bilbo, just a bit...

via GIPHY

I told my coworkers if I wasn't back in half an hour to send out a search party.  It's a long, long way.  I may need to start carrying my bug out bag with me...

Here's some excitement for you.  I woke up bright and early this morning, and as is my custom, I browsed Facebook while eating my breakfast of oatmeal.  There are only two sea chanty groups I follow on there -- one being my white headed chanty men -- and the other is Kimber's Men.  I've posted some of their songs before, including this where has this song been all my life number.



Anyway, I was eating my oatmeal when I saw that they had posted a birthday wish to one of the members. I was trying to think of something witty and clever and sophisticated to say to him, but alas, nothing is witty, clever, or sophisticated at 4:00 in the morning, so I just said happy birthday.    But look! 

LOOKIT! LOOKIT!  LOOKIT!!!!!

HE RESPONDED!!!!!

Whoa!  Squeeeee!!!!   Here's why that's such a big deal  -- and not just because a celeb replied to my comment. 

Back after That Awesome Hunk Of Pure Awesomeness Who Used To Be My Imaginary Boyfriend Before He Got Married To Someone Who Is Not Me Bill Whittle got married to someone who is ...um...not me, I needed to find a new imaginary boyfriend.  Gareth Scott was thisclose to becoming the aforementioned imaginary boyfriend, until he just got edged out by my little Punkin Head Pooh Bear Gator Bait. 

Finally, Rylea says, "Mama, will you please put these cushions back onto my love seat!"

To which I reply, "Will you stop kicking them off, then?"

Now, if you will excuse me, Jesse is telling me it's time for bed.  And I haven't even practiced my piano yet. 

Dear Coworker

I swear, one of these days, you're going to stare at me so hard your eyeballs will pop right out of your head and go rolling across the floor.   Whereupon, I will step on them and squish them. 

And then how will you stare at me all day long? 

So, how about you just stop.  And go away. 

Thank you.

That is all.

He Has Now

I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday.  I absolutely froze all day long.  I kept my jacket on, but I was still cold.  Even after I got home, I was cold.  I took a hot bath, but I couldn't warm up, plus, I felt awful -- not sick so much, as just draggy -- so I finally just gave up. 

I didn't even watch the ball game.  Oh, I knew I wouldn't last through the whole game anyway.  When one gets up ridiculously early, one must also go to bed ridiculously early.   I'd thought I'd at least watch the first half, then DVR the rest to watch over the weekend.  It didn't turn out that way.  By the time the game started, I felt so bad, I knew I wouldn't even make it through the first half.   I texted my friend Amy and told her to cheer double for me, went to bed. 

Where I promptly began burning up.  Sweating until the sheets were soaked and everything.  I finally had to get up and turn on the window A/C to cool off enough to get to sleep.

Along about 11:45, I woke up.  I lay there a moment, and thought, "That ball game is probably over by now.  But no, I'm not going to check the score until in the morning."

I lay there another moment. 

And another moment...and another....

OK, I gotta know.

I grabbed my phone and opened my ESPN app -- with more than a little trepidation.  For the last two weeks, all I've heard was how LSU couldn't possibly win, because Trevor Lawrence had never lost. 

LSU had no chance, because Trevor Lawrence had never lost.

Clemson was definitely going to win, because Trevor Lawrence had never lost.

Trevor Lawrence had never lost.

Trevor Lawrence had never lost.  

Trevor Lawrence had never lost! He's never lost!  Never!  Never!! Never!!! 

He has now.

Not only has he lost, he got an absolute beat down!  Final score 42-25.  I'd been so nervous about that game, and it wasn't even close.  Cody said he almost felt sorry for Clemson.  Almost...

Contentedly, I went back to sleep, and woke up to thunderstorms.  I got to work, slogged through rain, across the parking lot, and went inside the plant to begin preparing for my work day.  That's when one of my coworkers came and told me I'd left my car lights on.  It didn't seem right, because my car bings at me if I do that.  But, by the time the third coworker mentioned it, I figured I'd better go check. 

I bundled back up, and slogged back through the rain, back across the parking lot.  About halfway up the aisle, I thought I had figured out what was going on.  I must have somehow popped my hatchback, which will cause the lights to come on temporarily.  Sure enough, when I got to my car, the lights were off, and the hatchback was open.  Not wide open, but not latched.  I closed it, and the rest of the day went off without a hitch.


In other news, my New Year's Resolution was that I wasn't going to buy any more wax melts until I'd used up the ones I already have.  I didn't make it.

They were on clearance.  And that's all I have to say about that.

Spindletop

It was January 10, 1901....

The Lucas Gusher blew the cap off of oil production in Texas, and revolutionized the oil industry.

Prior to that, oil had been primarily used for lighting and lubrication, but the discovery of such a massive deposit made using it for fuel feasible for the first time.  The rest, as they say, is history. 

It also led to today's earworm, which I will now pass on to you.



You're welcome.

For more information, The Texas State Historical Association has a pretty good article:  Spindletop.

And also, Wikipedia.

Straight Away

I knew right away what kind of day it was going to be shortly after I got to work.  I had to answer nature's call, so I sent into the nature's call relief center to do just that.  And that's when I discovered I'd somehow managed to put my underwear on inside out.

And that's how they stayed.

I sure wasn't going to strip down to my nothing right there to right them, so yes, I wore my drawers the wrong way all day long.  Then I came home and had ice cream for supper, followed by cookies for dessert.

I've long since given up trying to find an explanation for such things....

Speaking of cookies, I too about half of what I had leftover to work with me Monday, and my coworkers made short work of them.  Get it...work?  Nevermind.  Unfortunately, they weren't as impressed with my fudge, so I ended up bringing most of it back home.

So I guess I'll stay fat a little while longer.

The good news -- or bad, depending on how you look at it -- we're working Friday!  Not the whole plant.  Just some component areas.  And we're only working 6 hours, so I'll be home in time to watch the playoffs.

The really bad news is...sigh...I have to deal with my Stalker again. One of my coworkers said, "He acts like he's just going to lay down and die if you don't talk to him.  One of these days, we'll all be going to his funeral.''

"I won't," I responded, to gales of laughter on the part of my coworker.  I really wish he'd just go away.  I get so tired of his constant staring...staring...staring all day long.  It actually gets discouraging at times.  What if he really is the best I can do?

Maybe I'll just lay down and die...

Oh, I forgot to tell you.  I'm down to three stalkers now.  One of them got fired a few weeks ago.  Rumor is, he showed up to work drunk.  At six in the morning.  Drunk.  I find that hard to believe, but that's what they are saying.

And just in case you're wondering, I haven't abandoned my imaginary boyfriend just yet.  Over Christmas break, I took him imaginary frog gigging up the bayous of Southeast Texas.  Everything was going swimmingly until he tumped the pirogue.

Then we really did go swimming.

Ok, I am grasping at straws here, desperately trying to make this post relevant, but I got nothing, so I'll just leave you with this:

They Caught Him!

We've had some excitement around here the last few days.  Seems there has been some rioting going on up at the state penitentiary.  Some say it was gang related.  Others say it was because of the extremely poor conditions in the prison.

Now, don't get me wrong.  It's a prison.  It shouldn't be anything like the Hilton or anything.  But still, basic humane conditions should be provided for -- working plumbing, electricity, and the like.

Whatever the reason, there has been rioting.  When they finally got the fighting quelled, they discovered two prisoners had escaped.  One was captured yesterday, but the other remained at large.  We were all talking about it at work this morning, and when I got home, I learned that he also had been captured.  Back to prison he is heading. 

Being that the prison is only about 40 miles from where I live, I'm glad to hear that.  All day yesterday, I heard helicopters flying overhead.  I couldn't see them, so I didn't know if it was the Army practicing maneuvers, or if it was the police searching for the escapee. 

Am I weird that I think this is both exciting and frightening at the same time? 


Back when our Christmas break first started, it seemed like a nice, long vacation.  When the alarm went off this morning, I wondered where the time had gone.  Just like that, it was over, and it was back to work.  It would seem that the rumors about us going back to 8 hour shifts were just that -- rumors.  I asked Supervisor about it, and he didn't know anything about it.  But, he said he didn't think we were going back to 8 hours, because if we did, it would be at the beginning of the year.  On the other hand, I got my friend to print out a copy of the work calendar for the year, and they've got holidays scheduled for Fridays.  July 3, for example, and the day after Thanksgiving, so I just don't know.  Unless those are for office personnel....They're still on five day weeks.

I like to have all my vacation scheduled by the end of January, but I guess I'll have to just wait and see.  I wish they'd just tell us something.  What is to be gained by keeping us in the dark? 

The bad news is, I could barely fit into my jeans this morning.  The good news is, I took most of my leftover cookies in, and begged my coworkers to help me eat them up.  (I put a few back in the freezer for later.)  They were happy to oblige.  Tomorrow, I'm taking in the rest of the fudge -- both chocolate and peanut butter.  Well, most of it.  I may keep a little back for myself. 

The other good news is, I was good and walked my steps. 

The other bad news is, I think I have a problem.

Yes, I did buy two more piano books.  I think this'll be about all, since it's all the level one books I've found.  I was a bit disappointed in the country piano book.  It didn't have but two songs that I would consider country.  The rest were pop or folk songs that had been rewritten to give them that country twang.  Still, it will be good practice for me.

Speaking of practicing, I'd intended to pick up the guitar and violin again, now that Christmas is behind me.  I'm going to have to get better at managing my time, as it's nearly bed time and I haven't practiced either.  I've got to re-tune my violin.  Since I changed the strings, I was having such a hard time even hitting the strings.  Saturday, I got to looking at it, and discovered my bridge was leaning.

For those of you not familiar with violins, the bridge -- the little piece of wood that holds the strings up -- is not attached to the body of the violin.  It's held in place by the tension on the strings.  Mine was leaning, ever so slightly, but leaning still.  I loosened the strings and straightened it up, but I haven't tuned it since. 

I guess I ought to get on that. 

Later...

Random Thoughts Of A Friday Evening

1.  This is my last weekend before I have to go back to work Monday.  I turned my alarm back on, to try to adjust to getting up at 3:30 again.  It went off, and I went back to sleep. 

2.  We got 2 3/4 inches of rain yesterday.  So much of what I wanted to do while I was off didn't happen, because of the weather.  I didn't get all my firewood split and stacked, but I did get some of it done.  I didn't get all the privet cut out of my fence, but I did get some of it done, so the break wasn't a total loss.

3.  I had to go to the store, so I went back into the Christmas clearance section.  I was looking for some more of those plates I'd gotten last weekend.  They didn't have any more, but I found cards instead.  I don't know where they had them hidden the first time, but there they were.

4.  I got some Snoopy cards.

5.  I got some snowman cards. 

6.  And I got some more Snoopy cards, all at 75% off. 

7.  I don't mind showing them to you, because it'll probably be a couple of years before I get to these anyway.  I've still got quite a few left over -- that I bought on clearance last year.  And if your memory is anything like mine, you won't even remember them by then.

8.  I have a friend who is allergic to cold.  I mean, it's not a true allergy, but when she is exposed to cold weather, her lungs react like it's an asthma attack.  I think I have something similar, except I cough.  This latest cold spell has had me coughing so hard, my head is sore, my chest is sore, and even my back is sore.  It's warmed up a bit today, and I'm hardly coughing at all.

9.  This afternoon, I dragged my storage boxes in from the shed.  I haven't started taking anything down, though.  Not just yet. 

10.  I made a cherry pie.  No big deal.  Canned filling and store bought crusts, but I used my longhorn cookie cutter to decorate the top crust.  And some stars.

11.  I've spent some time today catching up on my DVRed cheesy Christmas movies, so I can drop Philo.  Not sure I'm going to do the Hallmark thing next year.  Cody and I were talking about it, and I told him I'd spent so much time making sure I didn't miss any premiers that I hadn't even watched all my classics. 

12.  We watched It's A Wonderful Life when he was here for Christmas, but we yapped so much, I missed most of the movie.  I told him, "Just a minute, I have to see this part.  This is the whole movie right here."  So we were quiet, just long enough to hear Harry say, "To my big brother George, the richest man in town." 

13.  As many times as I've seen that movie, that line still chokes me up.  Every time.

14.  I hope it always does.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to all!!

I hope your day has been filled with fun, food, and football.  Cody didn't come down this time, so it's been just me.  I didn't do the traditional black eyed peas and cabbage, though.  I'm not super fond of either, so I got the last of Christmas 2018 gumbo out of the freezer and ate it, so I could start the new year with a freezer full of fresh gumbo.

Other than that, I've just been knitting and watching football.  This is my newest knitting project.

The yarn is Red Heart Boutique Unforgettable in Tealberry colorway.  I do not like this yarn!  It is single ply, and very loosely spun.  I even broke it once, just trying to cast on.  Being acrylic, it doesn't have the grip a wool or alpaca yarn would, so the fibers don't stick together as well.  I won't be buying any more of it, that's for sure. 

I'm just doing a simple garter stitch scarf.  Depending on how long it ends up being, I might seam it up and make a cowl.  I'll probably be long enough to wrap a couple of times.  We'll see.

The other thing I've been doing is finally cleaning off my computer desk.  I filed the receipts and records that needed to be filed, and tossed the rest.  The good news is, I found my dip pen, and four of the five nibs that came with it.

I'm not really worried about the fifth nib, as it was the superdy duperdy fine one, and I don't like writing with an ultra fine nib anyway.  One of you might just end up getting a letter written with a dip pen....

Speaking of letters, I found a new pen pal from Australia, and one from France.  Most of the other pen pals I found on the Global Penfriends site have quit writing.  It makes me think I must be boring or something. Anyway, I hope I eventually find some who will stick with it, and won't stop writing after just one or two letters.

Oh, and while I was cleaning off my computer desk, I found my health screening numbers from 2018.  I knew my numbers had gotten better, but I couldn't remember exactly what the previous numbers were.  Now, I do.   My total cholesterol went from 298 to 273.  Still high, but at least going in the right direction.  My Triglycerides went from 233 to 170, and my HDL went from 51 to 57, and my LDL dropped from 200 to 182.  I'm pretty stoked about that.  Once I get all the Christmas cookies and candy eaten up, I'm going to have to get back to eating healthy.  One thing, I've kind of kept up with walking my steps.  I don't have stairs at my house, but I've been stepping up and down on the step stool. 

It works...sort of.   Eh, it's better than nothing.