A Little Time to Think (or Thwim)
Life continues to be hectic. What I really hate about times like this is that it seems like all my time - both at and outside of work - is spoken for for the foreseeable future. Actually, it's getting better, but it's still not as flexible as I prefer.
I'm going to be at work for some time tomorrow, since I didn't quite get everything done yesterday and today, and two more projects got dumped on me late this afternoon. But I guess I can't complain since one of them is the testing of a project that got transferred from me to someone else because I was already overburdened. Still, I'd been hoping for a nice, quiet weekend at home, especially since I need to build up my mental reserves to do that customer training next Friday. As it is it looks like I'll just be trying not to think about it this weekend, which isn't quite the same thing.
But hopefully I'll only be at work for 3 or 4 hours. And most of my Sunday is reserved for the Brewers game, so that works out.
(I started reading Children of God myself tonight. It starts a little slow, and commits what I think is a big error in plotting early on, which undercuts some of the emotional power of a climactic scene of the first book, particularly since it negates what I thought was artistically a very brave move for Russell to make in that first story. But we'll see how it works out.)
I had a good time at the party. We played The Great Dalmuti for a while, and sat and talked about many things. Karen seemed pretty pleased with how it all worked out. It was a welcome distraction for me.
Speaking of comics, I guess the IRS has actually been carting stuff out of the local comic book shop that they shut down. What a bummer; I'd had hopes that maybe something could be worked out that would allow them to continue, but that would seem to signal the end. Sigh.
Oh, and I picked up some cat food and cat toys for my guys tonight. The toys are catnip-filled cloth things shaped like fruit, which are apparently refillable. My Mom got them one for Christmas, and it was a big hit, especially with Newton, who holds the thing and licks it endlessly. I can pull it away from him and drive him berserk. Jefferson can be a little nonplussed by the toys, but every so often goes into full play mode himself.
A lot of basic life maintenance stuff has fallen by the wayside in the last few weeks, and I need to try to catch up over the next week. In particular I need to clean my apartment (I took care of a bunch of financial records stuff earlier tonight). Well, as I threatened, I stopped taping the Babylon 5 re-runs as of today, which will save me a bunch of time each week. That should be counted as a good thing.
And I can hopefully get a good and long night's sleep tonight - much-needed, since some bozo phoned me at 4 am and didn't even leave a message on the machine. (My current greeting: "Welcome to Michael Rawdon's answering machine. If you're trying to reach anyone other than Michael Rawdon, then be assured that you have the wrong number. If, however, you are trying to reach Michael Rawdon, then you, too, may be assured that there is a beep coming right up.")
Life is hard.
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