The Return of the Silver Surfer

Yesterday’s proton session was wildly anticlimactic. Happily. I took half a calm-me-down pill as soon as I woke up. I don’t think, now, that it was even essential to the occasion.

Oh wait…the inbound commute was cold molasses dawdling down a frozen Siberian mountain. It blew great gobs of Bantha chunks. We’d allowed 90 minutes to go a little under 14 miles AND IT WASN’T ENOUGH. We were a bit late but radiation still happened. Yea.

So, we’ll leave an hour and 45 minutes for today’s trip and hope that’s a goer.

Afterward, I felt fine—so much so that I went ahead and had PT. I managed another 900+ step walk (without rest break—YEA me!). I’ve now done this five days in a row. Today will be the sixth and then I’ll increase the distance.

Hey, one totally cool part bit from yesterday—whilst getting dressed I thought I’d see if I could get my Vans on (my post bean surgery wonk-ass left foot had been solidly refusing to slide into them). They NOW fit! You know what this means?

Yes! I now have three pairs of silver sneaks—Vans, Chucks and Nikes. AND I have those sparkly silver disco Crocs too. The Nikes, while supportive and comfortable, are my least favorite. Stylistically, they’ve got absolute nada on my Vans and glitter Chucks.

WHY do I have so much silver footwear? HEY, if you’ve been paying attention, you know that my goal in life is to become the Silver Surfer.

I am not a god. I have never created life...but I have lived. That is enough. So I will fight to preserve that same opportunity -- to love, to dream, to soar among the stars -- for all those yet to come. Many lives will be lost in the battle ahead -- but their efforts will ensure that some remain to remember their deeds. And, like the gods, the will truly live forever...even after they are gone.
~ Silver Surfer from Chaos War: God Squad Vol 1 1

Okay, maybe that’s a bit over the top.

Maybe I just truly dig all kinds of silver sneaks, hmmmm? Isn’t that enough?

‘scuse me now. I must now perform radical acts of hygiene, suit up in my Silver Surfer duds and jump into Bix for the ridiculously long commute into Proton Central.