Jet got to see bears getting stuffed, run through a toy store, run through a candy store, monster radio controlled wrestling trucks (yeah... it's amazing what toy truck axis can now do), and got to ride the little green choo-choo TWICE (it's a small shuttle that runs between five major shopping areas). He was pretty ecstatic. Jet ate huge amounts of fries and pop at the end of all that, and slept like a bear, only getting up once during the night. Whew.
My sicknesses seem pretty much gone. My eyes are still a little bloodshot, but getting better. I can't wait until I can wear my contacts again. I'm getting back to figuring out more of what I want. My new job thing fell through at the beginning of October again, so I'm going to talk to HR and see what else can be done. Do what I can...
My mother said to me, "If you become a soldier you'll be a general, if you become a monk you'll end up the pope." Instead, I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.