I'm flying to Houston later this week to see some baseball, visit College Station, and put my toes into the Gulf of Mexico.
Over the last 8 months, my brain has turned into complete mush - to the point where I can't write down a phone number unless it is repeated several times, I can't remember facts and figures that I depend on to do my job, and frankly, it is difficult for me to recall what month and day it is.
Either it's stress, or a tumor.
I'm hoping that a few days out of the rat race will somehow invigorate my desire to wake up in the morning.
While not a doctor, I am prescribing myself plenty of Tex-Mex, BBQ, and Shiner Bock.
If I can't get out of this funk after I get back, I'll go to a real doctor.
Cubs vs Astros, Wed night
Thursday, off day
Brewers vs Astros Fri night
Brewers vs Astros Sat night
With the Astrodome all but gone, I won't get the chance to have the "Coldest Foam in the Dome" as the beer vendors used to shout.