(Sort of Almost) Daily Haiku for You #105

It’s Friday, brah. Time to write a haiku, brah.*

Seven hours left,
Until the weekend arrives.
I’m ready right now

*Should I always write a Rick and Morty Bronopsis style intro for my haiku-for-yous?

Destinations

Daily writing prompt

What cities do you want to visit?

What cities do I want to visit? You mean, besides all of them?

Based on my travel history over the last 16 years or so, my favorite travel destinations are San Diego, CA and New York, NY. Any excuse to visit those cities and I am there. No hesitation. The answer to this question then is where else do I want to visit?

I have never been to Europe so most of my daydream destinations are there. London, Paris, Rome, Berlin. All the places you would expect, but also Glasgow, Dublin, Athens, Florence and all the smaller targets that you would also expect. Also… you know… all cities and towns, large and small across all countries. Like I said, which cities? All of them.

You can say the same for cities in Asia, South America, Africa, and Australia too, but when it comes to continental travel, seeing everything there is to see in Europe is going to be my first goal.

As for the rest of the United States, I’ve seen some pretty magical places, but I’ve barely scratched the surface of travel in my country. I want to someday visit San Francisco, CA, Portland, OR, Seattle, WA, Las Vegas, NV, Chicago, IL. I’ve been in Chicago once, but we never got out of the car. I’d like to rectify that at some point.

So the list of cities I’d like to visit is effectively infinite. I mean, sure there are a finite number of them but given time and money constraints and also my age, they may as well be infinite. I’m still holding out for a Xmas season road trip to Manhattan. What do you say, Jen? Wanna leave tonight and spend tomorrow in the Big Apple? I’m game if you are.

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Bedtime Cats

Home

I did it. Three days in the office. Not only that but three days in the 2nd farthest office from my house.

Tomorrow is Friday and tomorrow I’ll be working from home… finally.

Next week our Wednesday in the office day happens on Tuesday because reasons. I’m not thinking about that tonight though. I am just happy that I can work from home tomorrow. Insert the sound of a super emphatic sigh of relief right here.

As much as I am looking forward to not driving 73 miles to Foxborough tomorrow morning, I am even more looking forward to getting past the work day and getting to the weekend. There will be much xmas gift wrapping this weekend. Also… guitar playing… it’s a moral imperative.

(Sort of Almost) Daily Haiku for You #104

My stretch of consecutive days in the office is going to end when I punch out for the day, about 70 minutes from now. Then it’s back to working at home tomorrow. Sigh of relief.

Three straight office days.
Only an hour to go,
And then it’s over.

I Didn’t Quite Make It

I didn’t make it all the way home.

My Foxborough meeting let out at 2:00. I headed North toward home, but the traffic was building up. I have a 3:00 conference call I need to attend and I was going to be super late for it. I gave up on my dream of working from home for the last couple of hours of the day and pulled into my regular office. I am going to make the 3:00, which is good, but I am still in the office, which is not as good.

Fail. Oh well.

The Blinding

Remember the entire past Spring and Summer when I was constantly bitching about how the sun was always buried behind rain clouds every single time I had a chance to go outside and take pictures?

Remember the last few days where I was constantly bitching about having to drive in to the office 70+ miles away from home for three straight days this week?

Is there a connection between these two remembrances?

All three morning commutes have been accompanied by the blinding sun shining so brightly, directly into my eyes that it literally burned the retinas out of my eye sockets and melted what little brain I have in my skull. Literally.

Like… is that irony, or is it mother nature getting some payback for all the bitching and moaning I’ve been doing? We may never know.