~ 'An exhibitor went up to a horse show judge to complain about being placed below someone who made some sort of mistake, such as being on the wrong lead.  The judge's explanation: "The other guy did it better wrong than you did it right.' - Anonymous.

I got this out of my AQHA (American Quarter Horse Association) magazine. It really made me think.  Just because we think we're doing something the right way doesn't mean that we're doing it well.  And it also doesn't mean that the guy doing it wrong is really wrong if he's dedicated and committed to what he's doing.  Sure, there are exceptions to this, but I think you get where I'm going.  If not, this post just might not be for you.

I can do something the right way and do a horrible job of it, which for me, means that I'm not entirely dedicated and I don't truly care about what I'm doing.  If you don't care, what's the worth in doing it?  Nobody will really come out the winner in that sort of a scenario, even if you manage to come through it.  I could far more admire someone who at least gives a shit, who is doing something because they care, because they're trying, because they're passionate about it, even if they aren't doing it the right way.  They're still trying and merely doing it right doesn't discount any of that whatsoever. 

So perhaps next time we look over at the poor sap who's doing something wrong, let's take a second to look back at ourselves, and perhaps instead of sniggering at the supposed fool, perhaps help him, and perhaps work together.  Or if nothing else, perhaps look at what he's doing wrong, and try to brush yourself up instead of worrying about what the next guy is doing.  Either help out, or mind your own beeswax I guess.

~ I hope I wake up feeling better in the morning.

I don't know which way I would rather it, to have all my symptoms at once and get it all over with quickly, albeit more miserably ... or if I'd rather do it like I do now.  For me, when I get sick, it seems like I gradually fade into it, I'll feel bad, then a little better, then bad, then a little better, then worse, then a little better, then my all time worse, and gradually better.  Also, each time as I feel bad, it's for something different.  This weekend I felt cruddy, my throat was sore, my nose was a tiny bit runny, my brain was foggy and I was tired.

I felt pretty good this morning, great in fact.  The further the day progressed, the faster those good feelings faded.  The fog lifted, sure, and it really hasn't come back except at specific moments where I really really need to concentrate.  That's a heck of a lot better than constant fog where simple things like going pee can confuse me (don't ask).  My throat is also no longer sore.  My nose however, has decided that not only is it going to run, but it's going to take turns being runny and stuffy, and sometimes both!  Also, I don't get fair warning that it's gonna run, I get to experience that panicked 'Oh no!' scramble as I feel it preparing to drip from the edge of my nose (attractive, right?).

I'm more and more exhausted feeling.  I was just thinking of it earlier and I really know I feel like shit because the house needs cleaning and I could give a shit less.  The thought of simply feather dusting makes me shudder.  Screw that, it'll wait.  I just wonder how I'll feel when I wake up in the morning.

~ I had another thought, but it's flown the coop.  So I guess that means it's time to bed down.  Drowsy cold medicine is kicking in.