Toronto and The Center-Seeking Force Part Zeroth.

101. A number that seems older than our ability to name it.

And yet this is just a quick promise-keeping missive from the road. So it goes...

Kudos to scurvydog for bouncing me from MATH. All blame to me, the credit is yours. Next time I will talk less and focus more. My frustration push with QJ on a Q high board was only going to get called by something that would be way, way ahead. On the other hand, I wasn’t impressed with that earlier river call holding kings. Not sure at all how you knew I didn’t connect with that flush/straight board that I smooth called the whole way then value bet at the end, but the inability to say goodbye to kings was rewarded. I think two months ago I get the fold. These days I have the damp reek of futility about me. Yeesh.

And how did your noble healer end up this frustrated? Earlier that night I played the 75er 19k, get down to the last 60 or so with a mid stack when I flop bottom set on a board with two diamonds and successfully OBFV (a trick it's fair to say that is solidly in the toolbox now, thanks 55). Forget how it ends, even a prom queen can see that one coming, but here’s what villain had to do to find his pot of gold. He had to call off his entire midstack on the flop. When he could well afford the fold. KJd. Didn’t even think twice. Then I listened to him call me a gambler. Needless to say had that worked out the way it should three out four times I am top 5 entering Day 4. These are the things that I would read about happening to you unwashed masses for months and months with sympathy but not empathy. Now it happens to me almost every time I fire up. Going on weeks now.

It will be very interesting to see if I end up having to reload (which I just might not do) or if salvation is around the corner. Naturally I now feel the self conscious need to cough, cough remind all that more than 10k has been withdrawn…etc etc…but I will overcome that need because I am a self-secure grownup.

Almost.

Seriously I will be pretty sad if I can’t go to the well and come back with fresh water as I have whenever needed in the past year. This should be an interesting couple of months.

As to work, I finished two pacemaker generator changes and two consults before 12 noon. Not bad, although generator changes are about the simplest thing I do in the lab. Still, I can honestly say I am operating better than I ever have. My fingers are beginning to behave like they know what my brain wants them to do before my brain even asks. I have this humble (snicker derisively if you must) awareness of all that can go wrong, but my confidence is running at an all-time high. I like to play 92.9 JackFM in the lab as I work. Fucking excellent radio station and keeps the work uptempo when at times it is anything but.

Translation: I am having fun. A lot of it.

So how did I spend my unexpected half-day off? I decided to surprise the wife and kids and drove to Cleveland, which is where I am writing to you from. Killed the opportunity to finish my next post, and necessitated this more typical disjointed Sanskrit, but can’t say as I regret it a bit. Kissed my beautiful girl, watched Return of the Jedi with a 5 year old stud who has taught himself to read, write, add, subtract and multiply without a day of formal education in a class [insanely proud much?] then tucked my baby dolls into bed. I will be up at 4am tomorrow and driving 3 1/2 hours to arrive in time to start a day which will likely go from 8-6 in lead getting irradiated.

Was a bargain anyway I look at it. But the house can’t be built soon enough. Pictures of the work in progress to follow shortly.

Oh yeah. Ate Okay. Still no workout. LLFF wins again, but I will get him eventually. I always get what I want, I usually just have to sell part of my soul to get there.

I think I still have some left.

MTF