So, I make the monumental decision to re-open my blog after a too-long hiatus, but the password isn’t saved. I have to rack my brains and try to remember every password I’ve ever used on every site I’ve ever visited. That’s right. Every. Single. Password.
Then I realize that I’ve only ever used three different passwords – and one of them is “password123” – so it’s not all that much of an ordeal.
Then, my office decides everybody is working from home because of this Mexican beer-virus. I immediately get emails that the two gyms I have access to are closed for the rest of the month and a message from my daughter that she’s re-upped HBO Now, and the username and password is… OH, YOU ALMOST TRICKED ME INTO BLOGGING THAT.
Then, my wife Anita – who has been experimenting with a sourdough starter kit – has whipped up a big batch of biscuits bigger than my head. She’s topped them with butter, honey and the last of my resolve.
I stepped on the scale this morning for the first time in God-knows-when, and the readout said 285 lbs. I know this journey is about more than a number on a Satan-inspired appliance, but I’m out to do something about that.
I’m not sure I’ll be writing here every day, but while I’m “working” from home, who knows? (Dammit, I need to remember to quit putting that in quotation marks!)
