I love winter Olympics. I remember the first time I watched, with my Grandmother. I was about 7 years old, it was 1972, and we were in the house I grew up in in Harrah, OK. We had a little black and white TV, and I was glued to it for days on end, just like I am now.
I didn’t really get it back then – all the events, all the people, all the countries they represented. All I knew is that some dude was jumping off a mountain with skis on, or blazing down an ice covered chute on a sled. It was, and still is, the most amazing thing I have ever seen, and yeah, I get out quite a bit.
So, the laundry is piling up, the dishes are starting to stink, I don’t even remember my kids names. I think my wife asked if I was coming to bed a few minutes ago. I may (or may not) have grunted a reply. It’s not like this is going to last forever. It’s not like it’s on all the time.
I have been lucky, though. I scheduled a week of vacation this last week so that I could watch as much as possible, and I think I may have gotten about 12 hours of sleep in the last 7 days. But, Monday is coming, and then it will be back to the daily grind. My boss told me to come back refeshed. I have bags under my eyes. I haven’t shaved in a week. I may have lost a few pounds. I know my legs don’t work right from all the sitting.
Maybe I should take another week off to recover. Or finish what I started. Just because I have to go back to work doesn’t mean the Olympics are over. But, I have to be there bright and early on Monday. It’s been said a billion times – thank God for tivo.