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I spent most of yesterday in bed out of an abundance of caution. I had weird body aches and after what happened a few years ago, and a friend recently having a medical scare, I wasn't taking any chances. Actually, it was pretty nice. I rested up and did a lot of reading. Toward the end of the day, because I'm a moron, I realized I was just severely ( Read more... )

On the hustle.

A week ago tomorrow I flew to Orange County, California for a week of work. I finished reading the second of the Gray Man novels, On Target, when I got to the hotel. Reading Killers of the Flower Moon now. he gig was great! My best client. I'm treated with respect, paid well, challenged, the people I work with through them are good ( Read more... )

Last week was an absolute, unconditional nightmare as far as work goes. There is one guy who, in normal circumstances, I wouldn't work with. I've gone as far as to tell staffers that I don't ever want to work with him. Ever. And I'm not alone in that. But, these are't normal times, and beggars can't be choosers. Literally. Four days. After seven ( Read more... )

Long, long....long week of work. I don't know what the post-pandemic work world is going to look like. Despite what some may say, we're still in a global pandemic. I have hope things will slowly return to life the way it was. Until then, I'm forced to work jobs like the one I did this week. Not good for the client, not good for me... Still, got ( Read more... )

Yesterday was mostly a nightmare. The England match turning into a complete nightmare. Having followed them for...two decades (?), should I have expected a different outcome? No. Still, by the time it went to penalty kicks, I knew it was over and had stopped watching. Up to that point I was having a pretty damn good day. So, kinda devastated by the ( Read more... )

Wildflowers from the garden, now on my desk.


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Long day, but felt short. I had a fitful sleep last night. I was a little nervous about the job today and the upstairs neighbors, fucking assholes, woke me around three, which didn't help ( Read more... )

My father died last year. Parkinson's, I think. I hadn't spoken to him since I was 11 or 12. I call my mom every year on Father's Day and wish her a good one. Did again yesterday. She's lonely and talked for two hours about nothing. I listened ( Read more... )

Work. Through Thursday. Long hours, stress, ok but not great pay. I haven't been sleeping well. Drank too much Sunday. Sick Monday morning. Tired. Long day of work ahead of me. Doesn't look difficult, on paper, but, anything can happen. Would love to go back to sleep. For the day. It turned humid and overcast with spotty showers. It's like mid- ( Read more... )