I only just realized that I have a three-day weekend coming up, so my day is now GREAT.
Three day weekends are always nice
30-day weekend would be even nicer.
I have a new habit of grinding my teeth. I don’t know why I’m so stressed — it’s not like there’s anything bad in the news. America is going great.
Honestly, it makes me wonder: Did everyone in the country have battered, ground-down teeth by 1943, and by 1863? The history books will pinpoint where Matt Damon was on June 12, 1944, but they don’t say anything about how ordinary life back home was impacted in areas as simple as our mouths and faces which feel weird.
My day has been fine. I did some work and went to some meetings and now I’m about to go home. Additionally, here is my shameless plug for the podcast that Mr. Truck and I started that I think is really fun! We talk about a different TV show every week. This week: Bachelor in Paradise! Last week: Golden Girls! There are some other good ones!
I keep meaning to say — I listened to your podcast! I listened to the Friends episode and I lolled at the line “Let’s unpack Marcel.” That’s gold.
Yay! Thank you for listening!
I am half-heartedly watching BIP so I will whole-heartedly check out this podcast at work tomorrow!
Yeah you can half-heartedly listen!!
I got up early to go to my racket stringer and he hit with me for awhile to figure out what tension I need based on where my game is right now. This guy has such insightful analysis distilled down to a few points and he gave me some great adjustments for my swing. Then I grabbed a bagel and coffee and when I was walking home I thought about how much I love living here and having the flexibility in my schedule to get shit done when I need to, just a nice moment of happiness about my life.
I have finally reached the point in my life where I need glasses (yay!). I ordered a pair from an online company recommended by several people. They were great with communication, tracking, etc. The glasses arrived yesterday and there was an invoice inside for a lady in Minnesota. Uh oh. Sure enough, I got her glasses. The company emailed me a return label to send them back, but it was a very annoying (but not and-of-the-world) problem. About summed up my entire day: a series of small stressful moments.
“These glasses I just got in the mail stink! I can’t even read the invoice, or see the snowdrifts!” –Sota, probably
(Hi, Sota, if you happen to drop by for a lurk.)
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