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Sorry kids…no Thursday Thirteen this week and as I’m sure you’ve noticed, incredibly limited blogging as well.

It’s just been one of those semesters. Between school and work and doctors and physical therapy and putting our house back together after the Great Water Leak of 2008…I’m just plum tuckered out. The good news is, my new physical therapist gave me some additional exercises today. For one of them…once I’m able to do it 10 times without falling over, I’m allowed to get on the treadmill for 15 minutes.

Kinda sad how excited I got when I heard that. Now that I think about it though, I don’t think she actually gave me the go-ahead to walk on the treadmill. Maybe I just stand there, you know, to get the feel of it again.

I do have one other goal, though…to blog about Lost in the morning. That’s my one bright, shining start of Thursday…Lost. Ahhhhh…

While I’m here…today’s Dictionary of Corporate BS entry:

colleague:

Fancy way of saying “someone I work with”; usually implies a person sharing the same rung of the corporate ladder with the person employing the term, because otherwise the speaker would just say “my supervisor” or “my assistant”; a little too formal for the typical 9-to-5er pull off; therefore, essentially, only erudite professors and Nobel Prize winners should use this term.