Making a Mountain out of a Molehill
For the 3 people who read my steaming pile of blogginess, you’ve noticed a drop-off lately. While I am sure that apologizing for not posting is not only the first cardinal sin of blogging, I am doubly sure that it veignly implies that anyone actually gives a crap in the first place…
At any rate, the title is commensurate with my indignant yet sincerly apologetic prose; I am making a mountain out of a molehill. Specifically, I am busy getting ready to climb one. A mountain, that is.
In January, thanks to the kind and mid-life-crisis-driven-niceites of my friend Craig Samuel, a group of 5 of us are climbing/hiking both Mt. Meru and Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. I have to tell you that despite the fear of suffering a high altitude cerebral edema (Kili is ~19,000 feet high) I am psyched.
Besides working 16+ hours a day at this point, I’m also walking to/from work and everywhere else I can in order to prepare for the jaunt up one of the world’s legenday seven summits.
So, there it is…the reason for my laziness.