barely a vapor.
monday morning came cold this week and i'm feeling the tired contentment of a nice weekend. friday night was the company wide party, and it was fun but was sandwiched between a little personal drama.
friday afternoon there was a company meeting off site. i was riding with a few friends, one of whom smokes and was wrapping that up. so ron and i were doing the most natural thing...throwing snowballs at the sign on the metal building in back. my aim, it was true that afternoon. one hit. two hits. third time is a charm, so i went for it. i wound up, releasing the snow ball on its trajectory. before the snowball hit, a distinct metal on metal noise could be heard. i looked down on my throwing hand (left hand) and where there was once a ring there wasn't anymore. fuck. we spent some time looking for it to no avail, and that was what i thought about during the company meeting (a welcome distraction actually...the hollow pit in my stomach was much better than listening to the small molecule group talk about how well they've done this year).
saturday morning i awoke feeling slightly hung over. i rented a metal detector and ron met me back at work. it took a while to dial in the detector, but we found the ring and celebrated with a stiff coffee. all was good in the land of andy.
nothing like keeping life interesting, even if it is artificially. sunday was relaxing. warm soup, badgers in hi-def, i finished the divinci code, and laying in front of the fireplace with a dog named oliver. not bad at all.
happy monday.
friday afternoon there was a company meeting off site. i was riding with a few friends, one of whom smokes and was wrapping that up. so ron and i were doing the most natural thing...throwing snowballs at the sign on the metal building in back. my aim, it was true that afternoon. one hit. two hits. third time is a charm, so i went for it. i wound up, releasing the snow ball on its trajectory. before the snowball hit, a distinct metal on metal noise could be heard. i looked down on my throwing hand (left hand) and where there was once a ring there wasn't anymore. fuck. we spent some time looking for it to no avail, and that was what i thought about during the company meeting (a welcome distraction actually...the hollow pit in my stomach was much better than listening to the small molecule group talk about how well they've done this year).
saturday morning i awoke feeling slightly hung over. i rented a metal detector and ron met me back at work. it took a while to dial in the detector, but we found the ring and celebrated with a stiff coffee. all was good in the land of andy.
nothing like keeping life interesting, even if it is artificially. sunday was relaxing. warm soup, badgers in hi-def, i finished the divinci code, and laying in front of the fireplace with a dog named oliver. not bad at all.
happy monday.
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