So I'm sitting at my desk on a saturday morning, and I've got the house to myself. My wife and boy are at an all-day church-related affair, and I am catching up on bills and paperwork, and also eating cold pizza and drinking full-strength, sugared soda. And it's good. Basically, I'm having salt, sugar, cholesterol, and probably some nitrates, triglycerides and what have you, too. Can't remember the last time I ate this badly, but it's been a long while. And it's mighty nice. I'll probably spend the next three days curled up in a ball next to the toilet, but whatever.
I'm home for an abbreviated time, however. Much has happened in the past 10 days. I stayed on an extra week at work, because the wedding of the year is happening just a few days after I was due back. So, I arranged for a relief, and managed to score a fill-in job up in New York harbor to jog my schedule into alignment with my plans.
Well, plans change. Looks like I was a hit in New York, because I am apparently transferring up there some time next month. We'll have to see what that entails, I guess. For now, however, I'm thinking no further ahead than this afternoon, when I plan on warming a bar seat with my butt for a while and spend some time with friends.
Damn. Calm the fuck down, son.
4 minutes ago