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Been awhile...a loooonnnngggg while.

Where to begin? I had pretty much given up on the whole blogging thing, but thought differently about it recently for a couple reasons. I have a little down time right now, which is great. AND, I have given out a particular email address that advertises that I have a web page, and on that web page I have a link to this blog. So, I figured the proper thing to do would be to revive this puppy and start writing again. Even if just sporadically. So, what have I been up to that's noteworthy? Hmm...well remember that blurb up above about a little down time? You don't? Crap it's one paragraph ago, keep up people. Anyway, I decided that it would be a great time to schedule a doctor's appointment. We have a software freeze at work so we can't really roll out any projects until February, I have the last week of January scheduled to take a 5-day course for ICND2 (to attempt to pass the ensuing exam and become a fully certified Network Associate of the Cisco variety...CCNA), which leaves me with about 2 and 1/2 weeks to do whatever. So aside from getting my work car in shape to turn in (I've got a new one ordered), I decided my hernia was bad enough to do something about. I plan to have the doctor concur with that diagnosis and then refer me to someone that can do something about it. I don't plan to have the surgery until February, but I might as well get the diagnosis now before my week of class. And that's about it. I know, fun right? Let's just hope it really is just a hernia and I don't end up having to pull a Walter White and prepping for my family's future without me. Kidding.


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