Brain Splatter

OK, not really. I am actually just writing while I wait for my innards to explode. I ate some food that is once again not sitting well and I know that sometime between now and then(when? Then.) I will be driving the porceline bus. Hopefully it will be before work and I everything will be more or less fine. But who knows--it could be cholera. E-coli anyone? Oh, well.

You know, it really is a truism that you don't appreciate being regular unless you are not. I think it is something that some people take for grant. And yes, I do mean a good bowel movement.

If you have ever known older people, they know for a fact that being regular in the bathroom is one of the things that makes life a hell of a lot easier. If things are not good in that way, you find out that nothing else really matters much. Bad bathroom experiences can really screw up your whole day. I think that is why older people get into a routine. It is like a baseball player, if it works, keep on doing it. That may include a cup of coffee or two in the morning or toast and boisenberry jam, or just reading the newspaper while you are at your business. It is a very important thing.

Now some may say that I should not be talking about stuff like this, but I really don't care. I for one hate having to drop the kids off at the pool anywhere but in my own bathroom. I don't know why but I like to be comfortable. I like to have something to read and I want the bathroom tissue to be of a certain softness but not too cottony. If things are off, or if I have to go like at work, it usually sets my day off on a tilt that never does get back on track.

When it comes to it humans are creatures of habit and when habits are upset it can upset all of life's rhythms.

Here is another example: when I am rushed going out of the house in the morning, sometimes I forget if I have locked the door. Now, every morning I lock the door as I leave. Most mornings I remember putting the key in the lock and then locking the door, putting the keys back in my pocket. Some mornings from just being busy or distracted or whatever, I just don't remember if I locked the door. Then for the rest of the morning or until I am distracted, I am going a little nuts because I can not remember. It ends up being where I know that I locked the door but I don't know that I know. You know?

Then I think, "Oh yeah, alzheimers" or as my sister calls it "old-timers" and I feel just great. Not!

But anyway, I been meaning to write, and I have. I have to do more. Even if it is something stupid. I wouldn't do that would I? Naaa....Laterzzz...

// posted by Biff Manly @ 10:28 PM