There was a delivery guy outside when I took these two cat pictures. Robin was fascinated and stared at the guy the whole time he was near the window. Lily couldn’t have cared less. Those are pretty accurate summations of their personalities right there.
How do you manage screen time for yourself?
Daily writing prompt
Yup. Already done this one. Literally this time. I’m not saying this one is remarkably similar to a previous question. This one is literally a previous question. I got this three days ago when whatever bug in the system that is making this whole daily prompt thing not fun anymore first reared it’s buggy head.
I will answer again because I am a glutton for punishment.
I am 52 years old. I am not a child. I don’t need to manage screen time. If I want to do something on a screen I do it. I am a grown up. I work on a computer eight hours a day. If I want to go a-web-surfing after work or on the weekends then I do. Sorry, but again: Grown up.
If you need to do something to manage your screen time then go for it. Whatever gets you through your day. I will tip my hat to you and wish you well. I don’t do anything about screen time because I am fine living on the screen.
There. One question answered twice. Ugh.
Home at last after a long day in the office. Time to hang with Jen and the cats. A perfect evening plan.
No news on the Les Paul repairs front today. I’ve checked on the shop’s Facebook but the only posts are him working on a sweet Martin acoustic guitar. Based on the photos he posted yesterday, the new frets are in. I didn’t see a new nut yet, and he told me he had to order a new bridge as he didn’t have any gold ones in stock. Hardware on Les Paul Customs should be gold.
I was told I should expect to get it back next week. You know what I should do before then? Practice. I want to be able to play decently well when I pick it up on the off chance he’ll let me plug in and see how it feels before I leave. I don’t want to sound like a rusted over hack if that’s how it plays out. I want to sound like my usual normal hack.
What should be the first thing I play on my newly refretted guitar? “Smoke on the Water”? No… Some Jeff Beck maybe? I think I used to know how to play parts of “Freeway Jam”, that could be fun. No… I’ll probably just noodle over the minor blues scale in E like a typical wannabe. That suits me.
Not much else going on today so far. I’m working in the office. My group is in a big conference room. We’re going to have a group meeting shortly. It’s freakin’ freezing in here. I wore a fall jacket and a fleece when I left the house this morning. I put the fleece back on around the start of lunch and I am currently gazing longingly at the fall jacket wondering if it’s time to put that back on as well. Brrr, babie. Brrr.
Okay, back to work, Robert. Get yourself all prepped for the group meeting.
I heard we might be getting a little bit of snow this week. Probably not, but it’s possible. If nothing else, we’ll get a haiku for you out of it.
First snow tomorrow?
How ’bout a kick in the nuts?
It’s the same difference.
Walking out to the car this morning. Of course the weather was gorgeous. It’s a weekday. We only get blue sky on the weekdays. Nothing but rain and gloom on the weekends.
Three views, two pics of each. One with a hipstamatic filter and the other straight from the iPhone 14 Pro Max camera.
Wasn’t that fun? Daylight savings is over for this year. The next time I go outside it will be dark out. Crud.
Do you need time?
Daily Writing Prompt
What a stupid question.
Yes, I need time. Do I want to get to work on time? Yes. Do I want to keep appointments? Yes. Do I want to know when I can spend time with my wife and family? Absolutely, yes.
The entire human race, without exception, needs time. At the most basic level. We need to know when to sleep and when to wake up. We need to know when to eat. We need to know when the sun is going to go down and the scary monsters that want to eat us will come out of their creepy hiding places.
Really… what a stupid question.
Tomorrow is Wednesday.
Wednesday is my day in the office.
Therefore tomorrow is my day in the office.
I don’t wanna go. I wanna work from home. I don’t wanna commute. I don’t want the sun to go down an hour before I have to drive home.
I know I’m whining like a spoiled little brat but I don’t care. I’m sleepy and I don’t wanna drive 40 miles to work in the morning.
That’s just the way it is, folks.
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