You’d think I’d learn by now. I mean it’s not that complicated, really.
It all started because Gorgeous said I needed to start thinking about getting healthier. She was right, as usual. I’ll be cresting the big 4-0 this year and I’m finally beginning to recognize my own physical mortality.
So we started adjusting our diet a bit. More fresh plant life and fewer burgers. Cutting back on the fast food in general. Even though I’m pretty much a convenience eater, that part was pretty easy.
Then we set our sights a little closer to our cravings and said we’d cut back on the deserts and sweets. Used to be we’d never consider sharing a desert at a restaurant. Now it’s kinda fun.
A couple weeks ago the whole healthier diet thing took a painful turn for me. I like coffee. Lots of coffee. Historically I’ve consumed mass quantities of the stimulating beverage every day. But I know it can’t be good for me.
So I’m working on a consumption reduction program where coffee is concerned.
One ingredient in my new healthier beverage program is to start each day with a cup of caffeine free tea. Sometimes I have a steamy cup of something that promises to “detoxify” me. Hey, I figure after nearly 40 years of consuming junk I could stand for some detoxifying.
The Problem
And that is what brings me to my apparent learning disorder.
I am very much a creature of habit, especially first thing in the morning. I don’t really wake up all that quickly so routines help me get functioning more smoothly. My morning rituals are designed to help clear the cobwebs out while still moving in the forward direction.

And it seems I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a dumb rut. Each morning I get to my desk, fire up my computer, and set my mug down with that first cup of tea, bag in, still steeping.
The hard part comes in getting the dang tea back out of the cup before I start drinking. I typically don’t have a plate at my desk. There’s too much clutter to find a place to set one nearby. So once I fish it out with a spoon I want to make sure I get most of the water out of the bag so I don’t start staining my desk top, or the clutter that it would have to soak through to get to the desk.
That means I get my fingers down and dirty squeezing out the bag.
The problem I run into is that water is hot. Every morning. On my fingertips.
You’d think after the 17th morning or so of doing this that I would come up with a better way. But each morning I do a little hot finger dance at my desk, grumble, amazed at my own apparent inability to learn and change or overcome such a simple small obstacle in my day.
Yet I seem to insist on nearly burning my fingertips day after day. Why is that?
I mean I don’t think I’m stupid. Am I?
Eventually I figure I’ll come up with something. If you’ve got any ideas, I’m open. I know I’m trainable.







If the tiny little bit of smoke I get makes me feel so cruddy, I can’t imagine what the mass quantities she is throwing at her body are doing to her.
But if she was to change the way she thought about it and began to believe that, yes she could quit smoking, she’d find something amazing happen. That belief would likely change over time to thoughts about how she would quit smoking and eventually get to the point where she started to believe “I will quit smoking.” Not long after that she’d put the cigarettes down.
There is a groovy little dealie I can use to create a sitemap for my blog with just a click of a mouse. (
But here’s the best part. In the process of figuring out how to fix my “permission” problem with my sitemap I also figured out why I haven’t been able to back up CREEations here. I didn’t get an error message when I’d try to back up. I would just get an empty file as a backup output with no explanation.
The client thanked me for my opinion, but the cargo really had to go and they were going to load it then, regardless. It’s no problem for me. My company will get paid for my services either way. That’s one of the nice things about my job. When you get right down to it I’m not the one who makes the decisions. I spent years in operations jobs where I was the guy making the call, right or wrong.
Rehoboam went with the younger inexperienced crowd. Seemed like the thing to do at the time. He implemented their ideas and rejected the expert advice he had at his disposal.
For example we have chosen to live primarily off my income. That doesn’t mean that Gorgeous doesn’t work. She works very hard at a couple different businesses. It means that we often re-invest her income back into her endeavors to help them grow. The net result is that most of the income we use to live on comes from my employment. We would probably have more money to throw into the equation if Gorgeous was to get a more conventional job, but my view is that would be a short term fix that would create undesirable long term consequences.
It made me wonder how many times I go racing through life, fighting against unnecessary friction because I have my foot on the brake pedal.