End of the Work Day

It’s coming to the end of the work day. 25 minutes left before I can punch out for the day.

It’s feeling like a long week, though it’s been mostly quiet. It’s weird. It’s cold and rainy here today. I was hoping to be able to open the windows again, but no dice. The cats are clearly disappointed. The forecast for tomorrow is pretty crappy as well. Oh well.

There is a little bug in the office with me right now. Robin Sparkles the Cat is hunting it. It’s a little fascinating. I think the bug is just screwing with her. Could be.

If you haven’t guessed, I have nothing interesting to write about in this post. I just feel compelled to post something. Funny how that happens sometimes, right? No? Just me? Crud.

I want to go on a trip or something. Even if it’s just a day trip somewhere. New York is calling me in a big way. I think… maybe. It might actually be my cameras that are calling me while pretending that they are New York. They are manipulative little bastards sometimes.

I’m streaming the Apple Podcast app from my MacBook Pro to a HomePod on my desk and it just stopped playing. What’s up with that? There was only 30 seconds left in the episode I was listening to. I skipped to the next entry in the queue and it’s fine now. Weird.

I have a toothache. Tylenol is handling it, but I have a toothache.

Crud.

Okay. Clicking publish now. Future generations will look at this post and marvel at the pointlessness of it all. I think they’ll marvel at the pointlessness of the entire blog, but what can you do, right?

Publish.

Morning, Folks

Ugh… I just wanna go back to bed.

We cleaned out the freezer. Making room for a Thanksgiving turkey? Could be. I took out the trash. I gots that goin’ for me.

It’s just about time to punch into work. I don’t wanna. I want to go on a two week vacation where I just sleep all day and all night and that’s it.

The Red Sox next series starts on Friday. The Bruins season opener is Saturday. We’re going to Vermont on Saturday. The NHL opened last night, but the Bruins don’t play until Saturday? What’s going on there?

I went to bed a little before midnight last night. I managed six or so hours of sleep. That’s not a bad night, right? Why then do I feel like I haven’t slept at all?

Okay. I’m feeling like today is going to be a weird one. Hang on to your butts.