I continue to feel less than motivated when tackling the work day. There's still a list to deal with and sometimes I'm not even looking at the list. I feel its presence. Its eyes burning into me. But, I tell myself not to look that way otherwise I'd have to acknowledge what needs to be done ( Read more... )

The first week of the month always feels the laziest. Well, except for the the last week of the month. Motivations are low, expectations are high. But, hopefully it'll all wait until next week and today will just be quiet ( Read more... )

So, we decided to get married ( Read more... )

It seems like a lifetime ago now, but it was St Patrick's Day weekend of 2020 when I was out with The Doctor at The Call, asking him to be my best man. And that was close to the last weekend of any kind of normalcy for years. I think it was that following Monday that all the Covid B.S. really blew up. I can't even really write about this subject ( Read more... )

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The world has gone crazy since I last wrote. A “pandemic” has been declared over this virus from China called Covid-19/Coronavirus. The economy has been brought to a standstill as businesses are forced closed and everyone is being told to “shelter-in” either as a suggestion or in the case of Illinois and other states a declaration by the governor. ( Read more... )

This is the first month since April 2016 I believe that I haven’t had a credit card payment. I’m struggling to enjoy that fact with the mountain in front of me I am trying to climb but it’s an accomplishment. I’ve spent days and weeks now crunching numbers. I’ve got pieces of paper all over my desk with numbers and dollar amounts and easy math. ( Read more... )

In a different timeline we would be on the road right now, somewhere in Arkansas I think. Instead, I’m sitting in front of my computer at home fielding repeated phone calls from some hapless customer. It’s all with a purpose of course, but doesn’t make it any less miserable. The most I can do is pull up a live webcam feed of Bourbon St. and hang my ( Read more... )