On friday, I caught the biggest wave i've ever ridden on a surfboard, it was like....20 feet face, brah....brah, it was sooo big, I snapped the lip like 7 times, brah...brah...  but no, seriously, it was epic.

Then i got sick.  so I moved furniture on Saturday to make myself feel worse.   then on sunday I finally started to read the last book in the Wheel of Time Series, book 13 of 13....a epic fantasy series that was so classic and epic even the orignal author couldn't stand it anymore and died and they had to find somebody else to write the last three books.  A finale 22 years in the making.  I have read the each book in the series at least ten times each probably.  I've been saving this book, waiting for a lazy day at home, or a long weekend to really relax and enjoy the book properly but it made sense for me to read it on my day of convalescence.  I read for at least 12 hours straight.   the book itself?  meh.  It brought closure...but... meh.....  this series is just full of ups and downs over the course of the 13 novels.... i would have to quantify then average out the quality of the story telling.  Wheel of Time is no Game of Thrones, I'll tell you that much.

Then at work i was researching nursing homes and have firmly decided to kill myself before I ever got to that point.  I was reading government inspection reports and between the regulatory violations of these nursing home operators and reading about the medical conditions the elderly residents were suffering... i decided it's better to go out in my terms.  Like Hunter Thompson with a .357 after a life of good times.  Not as double leg amputee resident #12 with necrotized bedsores who hasn't been fed his diabetes medicine or bathed in two weeks by an underpaid, overworked and slightly apathetic nursing staff.