On the Other Hand

Just so you don’t think I’m a complete loser, though, let me follow through with this. I think that there are three major spheres of life that we all get caught up in: career, relationships, and spirituality. Okay, three, but I don’t need to expound on God and spirituality in this forum.

I’m well aware that I’m a failure in the career sphere, but when it comes to interpersonal relationships, I am perfectly satisfied. I am lucky to have a lot of acquaintances and several very close friends that I can go to whenever I need them. Evilpheemy is one of the best friends anyone could hope for; so is Craymore and a few others that I won’t name here.

And, of course, I certainly have no complaints about my marriage. I can’t imagine a more perfect lifepartner for me than my wife Jennifer. She’s loving, generous, supportive, devastatingly brilliant, makes a killer vegetarian lasagne, and can always make me laugh by coming up with some goofy nonsense. She’s just funny that way.

I’m good with my family, too. Parents, parents-in-law, sisters, in-laws, aunts, uncles, etc., I’m pretty fond of and close to all of them.

My only complaint, as I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, is that I really wish I had more time to spend with all of them. Managing the priorities is tough, though I know that my marriage is always going to be my top priority.

In other news, last week our office had a "salad potluck" lunch. I made a berrie/banana salad that was pretty popular. At the end of the lunch, there was only about a cup full of berries left. I took them home and put them in the refrigerator, planning on having them for lunch later. So yesterday I brought them to my office and prepared to chow down. I opened the container and…

<<< WHIFF >>>

Man, that stank! I smelled like it had fermented in there. I thought about eating them anyway just to see what kind of buzz I’d get, but my stomach’s been angsty enough these past couple of days that I didn’t want to risk it.

Okay, that last vignette probably wasn’t very enlightening, but I really needed to fill up some space.

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