Rant #3,681: I've Gotta Be Me

Well, Passover 2025 is over and done with.

With the move and all, my family and I had two short, impromptu seders, but we did what we could do under the circumstances.

And this year, I don't know if I had "matzoh stomach," or maybe it was "moving stomach," or most probably I had a combination of the two.

I went off my diet a bit, but I have hopped right back on it with the holiday in the rear view mirror.

If the last few weeks were busy due to our move, this week is completely impossible.

Today, I have to go to the dentist and get a temporary crown put into my mouth.

I don't know why they can't put the actual crown in my mouth, but I guess it ramps up the price if they do it this way.

Later in the day, I have to drive my son to his friend, who also recently moved, and i am not sure where he lives, although I know it is pretty far away from us, in northwestern Long Island.

And I also have work to fit into all of this.

Talking about work, Tuesday and Wednesday are going to be two tough days.

I have to cover meetings on those days for work, each being eight hours in length. 

It is going to be really tough to do and to write about each day, and it basically kills both days for me, as I am basically attached to my computer both days, between the meeting and the writing.

Thursday is catch-up day, where I can catch-up with leftover stuff from the previous two days, as well as do whatever work I missed during the previous two days in between what new stuff I get.

I also have to take my son back and forth to work, and I have an annual appointment with my allergy doctor.

I am looking ahead to Friday, because other than doing food shopping, I can relax a bit, and look forward to taking my son to basketball in the evening and then into the weekend, when I take him to bowling.

And on Monday, April 28, it is my birthday, which has almost become an afterthought with all the hubbub going on.

The problem, though, is that for the next month and a half or so, I have a conference to cover each and every Wednesday, so that day is shot into June.

As I have said many, many times, what I am going through cannot possibly be what retirement is all about.

I will be working until I drop, and yes, it bothers me that I have to do this, as the rewards really aren't there for working like this.

But at least I can do this in a nice, new apartment.

And did I mention that my wife went back to work after her accident--

And that our son still is looking for a new job?

And that I am still suffering from the after effects of the prostate procedure I had a few months ago--and have been told by my urologist that they might last for well into the fall?

I gotta be me, which means I gotta be honest, and right now, I am wondering if I will ever get on the other side of the rainbow.

Right now, it ain't happening.

No way, no how.

So I might be in and out of here this week ... and the next several weeks might be a bit sketchy.

Wish me luck.