Haunted

 Yesterday was... fine.  Work was fine, but slow.  I mean it's not that I sit around doing nothing all day, customers do show up... they're just not jumping on the installation band wagon.  They've finally posted the specialist's position for my department.  The hours are 10 - 7.  I worked those hours and thinking back that schedule worked well for me.  Getting up at 0445 is growing tiresome so I might change my shift.

I'm going to have to get a bluetooth dongle for the new / old laptop.  The one of the Touch Screen never really worked that well.  Another sign that I made a bad choice when purchasing it.  These things do come back to haunt you.

I saw this morning where Billy Barr is pissed at the Department of Justice.  He wants them to cower before him as he leads the charge against Democracy... and they're not having any of his shit.  

And the Idiot Jerk is shrieking at the CDC Director because the man was honest with the American People.  His bubble has cracks shooting in great jagged lines like lightening bolts as his protective dome begins to shatter in so many places.  For the Idiot Jerk in the White House, the sky is falling.  The truth is attacking him from all sides.  Another law suit has been filed by a model who says he rammed his tongue down her throat back in 1997.  I can even imagine living with that horror for so long.  I do not doubt she's wished she'd had a knife back then to cut the sucker off.  We'd all be a lot saner now, if she had.

A while back SixPence noted his fondness for NIN (Nine Inch Nails).  Rock and Roll.  No wispy vocals from Trent.  He (they) are on several of my cycling playlists.  Adrenalizers, you know?  Not only is the music great, his (their) words can be used in so many variations.  Take this song: Came Back Haunted.  I would love to use a line or two of this in The Body in the Loch.  I love this video.  It almost brought a tear to my eye the first time I saw it.  

And in case you're wondering, there are no ghosts in The Body in the Loch.

Back to lifting

Went to see my Orthopedic specialist on Tuesday for my 3 month check in and received, as I expected, good news.  Well, actually it was good and bad.  My back is a good as it's going to get, that's the good part.  I can once again lift 5 gallon buckets of paint that's the bad.  Why is it bad?  Because now I can open the store since that's when most of our 5 gallon buckets are sold.  That means getting up at 3:30 in the morning, something the dogs never get used to doing.
And there is always the possibility that the remaining discs between L1 and L2 will once again squirt out their jelly.
This is what my back now looks like.

If you blow up the picture you can see that the disc between L4 and L5 no longer exists, and that those vertebrae have fused together.  The same thing is happening between L3 and L4, in fact the fusion between those vertebrae is almost complete.  These fusions limit my ability to twist and turn and bend, to some extent - solid bone does none of those things.  At some point all that bone growth will need to be removed if I want to be able to walk.  Hopefully it will be years from now.