I am a firm believer that you can find humor in any situation. In order to maintain this philosophy, one must have the ability to laugh at themself.
I travelled to a conference Friday that was located on the east coast. Obviously, this entailed me being two hours ahead of my hometown time. I had to leave for the airport at around 0330 hours in order to make my departing flight on time. At that time of the morning, if you even think about waking up a rooster the entire yard bird family will conspire against you. I promise, if you wake him up, he will convince his hens to lay eggs that will be served to you runny for the rest of your life, regardless of how many attempts are taken to burn them to a crisp.
I was obviously pretty tired by the end of the day. I got in around 1700 on Friday and took in the sights of the beach and Atlantic Ocean. Around 2100 hours, I called home to talk to my two children and awesome wife. After about a 15-minute phone call, I turned in for the night.
One of the things I noticed about aging is that eventually you turn into an older model car. Older model cars need some additional TLC, such as extra armor all to get that shine, or even a fuel stabilizer or other additives to keep the engine running smooth. If you haven’t figured it out, I am talking about the need for medications. Just like everyone else, I always felt that I was a finely tuned machine. Go ahead and eat that triple cheeseburger; I don’t need to exercise today, I got tomorrow and the rest of my life; those extra pounds ain’t gonna hurt, I still look good. I have to take medications now due to my laziness and overall lack of care for my health in my early years. A creature of habit, I take these medications at each night. So I don’t forget (call it prevention of dementia) to take my medications, I have an alarm set on my phone that goes off as a reminder. I unfortunately lack the internal alarm clock that makes me get up at the same time every day. I love to sleep.
Being worried that I was not going to get up on time to present my lectures and meet the conference staff, I set several alarms spaced five minutes apart. I don’t trust wake up calls. My alarm went off and I promptly got up when the first one hit. I go through my morning routine, showering, shaving, and having that one-cup of caffeinated coffee that I now limit myself to. I get prepped and dressed, make sure I have all of my speaking gear ready, and head downstairs.
When I get to the lobby and start heading to the attached convention center, the lobby is completely empty. Not a soul. Like I had stepped into a warped post-zombie apocalypse world. I figured I could survive and encounter as I had my hard plastic room key that could cut warm butter and, as my wife calls it, my man purse I could hit them with. After running through several scenarios in my head, I looked out the windows to survey they lay of the land. Wow, that’s new. I have never seen tinted windows in a hotel. Wait, they are not tinted.
A quick look at my watch revealed that it was 10:30 p.m.!
Remember how I set an alarm for my medications? I had previously taken my meds but failed to disable the alarm. In my sleep-induced stupor, I fell into being a creature of habit, a slave to the alarm clock.
Obviously, there not being anyone around to see me dressed in business attire ready to go to work, I slunk back to the elevator and to my room. Now what to do, I went through my morning wake up routine, including that stinking cup of caffeine go juice. Needless to say, the rest of the night was restless.
It’s funny how conditioned we become. We truly are creatures of habit. Wait…is that a ringing bell. Why am I salivating?
I travelled to a conference Friday that was located on the east coast. Obviously, this entailed me being two hours ahead of my hometown time. I had to leave for the airport at around 0330 hours in order to make my departing flight on time. At that time of the morning, if you even think about waking up a rooster the entire yard bird family will conspire against you. I promise, if you wake him up, he will convince his hens to lay eggs that will be served to you runny for the rest of your life, regardless of how many attempts are taken to burn them to a crisp.
I was obviously pretty tired by the end of the day. I got in around 1700 on Friday and took in the sights of the beach and Atlantic Ocean. Around 2100 hours, I called home to talk to my two children and awesome wife. After about a 15-minute phone call, I turned in for the night.
One of the things I noticed about aging is that eventually you turn into an older model car. Older model cars need some additional TLC, such as extra armor all to get that shine, or even a fuel stabilizer or other additives to keep the engine running smooth. If you haven’t figured it out, I am talking about the need for medications. Just like everyone else, I always felt that I was a finely tuned machine. Go ahead and eat that triple cheeseburger; I don’t need to exercise today, I got tomorrow and the rest of my life; those extra pounds ain’t gonna hurt, I still look good. I have to take medications now due to my laziness and overall lack of care for my health in my early years. A creature of habit, I take these medications at each night. So I don’t forget (call it prevention of dementia) to take my medications, I have an alarm set on my phone that goes off as a reminder. I unfortunately lack the internal alarm clock that makes me get up at the same time every day. I love to sleep.
Being worried that I was not going to get up on time to present my lectures and meet the conference staff, I set several alarms spaced five minutes apart. I don’t trust wake up calls. My alarm went off and I promptly got up when the first one hit. I go through my morning routine, showering, shaving, and having that one-cup of caffeinated coffee that I now limit myself to. I get prepped and dressed, make sure I have all of my speaking gear ready, and head downstairs.
When I get to the lobby and start heading to the attached convention center, the lobby is completely empty. Not a soul. Like I had stepped into a warped post-zombie apocalypse world. I figured I could survive and encounter as I had my hard plastic room key that could cut warm butter and, as my wife calls it, my man purse I could hit them with. After running through several scenarios in my head, I looked out the windows to survey they lay of the land. Wow, that’s new. I have never seen tinted windows in a hotel. Wait, they are not tinted.
A quick look at my watch revealed that it was 10:30 p.m.!
Remember how I set an alarm for my medications? I had previously taken my meds but failed to disable the alarm. In my sleep-induced stupor, I fell into being a creature of habit, a slave to the alarm clock.
Obviously, there not being anyone around to see me dressed in business attire ready to go to work, I slunk back to the elevator and to my room. Now what to do, I went through my morning wake up routine, including that stinking cup of caffeine go juice. Needless to say, the rest of the night was restless.
It’s funny how conditioned we become. We truly are creatures of habit. Wait…is that a ringing bell. Why am I salivating?
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