{"id":15738,"date":"2006-12-06T10:56:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-06T15:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2006\/12\/06\/never-relax\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:49:46","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:49:46","slug":"never-relax","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2006\/12\/06\/never-relax\/","title":{"rendered":"Never relax"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My last two days in Edinburgh, everything tied up beautifully &#8212; so much so that I actually slowed down and relaxed. This, of course, meant that I woke up yesterday morning with a cold.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>It started as a dry throat, one of those constant swallowing things that made me think &#8220;Maybe I just used too much garlic in last night&#8217;s dinner. Yeah, that&#8217;s it: too much garlic. It&#8217;s not that I&#8217;m sick.&#8221; Of course, by the time I reached the airport, I was sniffling, and by the time the plane landed in Toronto my head felt like it was going to burst from the pressure. But I was smart this time and packed mittfuls of batteries and stuffed my memory cards with hours and hours of episodes of <i>Carnivale<\/i>, so I just zoned out and went to 1930s dustbowl carnie-land for the day.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Alvaro picked me up from the airport &#8212; and he had the cold, too! Then Lisa came home, and <i>she<\/i> had it. Now I&#8217;m at the office, and everyone here has it. It&#8217;s great: I don&#8217;t have to be &#8220;on&#8221; because everyone else is sick, too.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Happily, it&#8217;s going through all its stages really quickly, like something from science-fiction (clones growing to maturity in a day, that sort of thing), so I&#8217;m hoping it will clear out of my system in short order. I&#8217;m chewing on vitamin C tablets to help that along.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>This always happens, doesn&#8217;t it? You don&#8217;t get sick when you&#8217;re busy or stressed, but the minute you relax it hits you. I&#8217;ve got to learn not to get so wound up.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Of course, now that I&#8217;m here I&#8217;ve got a lot to do. My first task is to try to figure out how to get a stupid file from my Pocket PC beside me to <a href=\"http:\/\/sco.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Wikipedia:Scots-English-Scots_dictionar#T\" title=\"Thon is an expression I like, used in some parts of Scotland to mean 'that one there'.\">thon<\/a> Macintosh in front of me.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Yay! Did it! I&#8217;m happy I&#8217;ve learnt how to travel well. I should write a follow-up to my geeky mobile office article, about what to take when travelling to different countries and connecting with all manner of different computers. I&#8217;m finally good at it. Ah, but I forgot to pack my Strategic Coach nametag. I always forget something.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a pic I grabbed while waiting for my bag to disgorge from airport depths onto the baggage carousel:<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>&lt;<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>p&gt;<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-content\/uploads\/posts\/967\/never-relax0.jpg.webp\"><br \/>We&#8217;ll file this one under the &#8220;graphics department needs a slap&#8221; category. Yes, I brought a tinned haggis, but a live chicken? No.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-content\/uploads\/posts\/967\/never-relax1.jpg.webp\" alt=\"\"><\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My last two days in Edinburgh, everything tied up beautifully &#8212; so much so that I actually slowed down and relaxed. This, of course, meant that I woke up yesterday morning with a cold. 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