Got myself in a pickle this morning, double booked for meetings that could not be moved.

Thankfully I have a great team and someone was willing to take one meeting so I could focus on the other.

Getting real support from your team can make a job far more pleasant. Even after stressing all weekend.

I dreamt last night I was at a college campus and I met James Hetfield of Metallica, and we hung out, walked around, talked about Metal in the 80s, until he climbed up a broken staircase to meet some friends, and I wandered off on my own.

This is what I get for reading Carl Jung right before bed.

A couple more months, then giant gobs of stress will naturally fall off my being.

Hopefully without them being replaced by new caked on stress.

Mine turned me into a newt.

I got better.

The color Blue scares them too much.

Tired of knowing about events I have zero control over.

But, somehow I'm just supposed to go on as if things under my direct control are normal.

Don't remember if there were tears, but I will say that he was put aside, half done, for a few weeks.

Lego Grogu standing on a book shelf.

My Grogu approves

Ah, I am officially the Double Nickel today.

I might have to start considering myself old now.

Who's a good boy?

I'm a good boy.

(going to start treating myself like a dog, so maybe I'll stop criticizing myself and actually liking myself)

I really do want to be kinder to myself.

Amazing what old demons still lurk and remind me of awful things from the past, in an attempt to keep me from bettering myself.

Not really the self-preservation I need these days. The world is scary enough without my inner fears dominating my decisions.

I am but a small man in a small pocket universe.

I do not control anything but myself, and even that, just barely.

But, I do try, however minutely, to make a difference when I can.

Success is but a leaf on the wind.

So this is Wednesday

Act accordingly.

They are prepping for their "So Long And Thanks For All The Fish" moment.

I do really dislike fighting my tools to get my job done.

A simple wrap up becomes me screaming at my screen for the application to just do the right things so I can move on with the next assignment.

Lots of work to be done this Tuesday morning.

Long day ahead, not ending until into the evening due to extra volunteer work.

Let's try to not blow up the world, m'kay?

I loved this game. Had it on a Mac.

Completely unsurprising. He will never change.

Why the hell don't we just demand single person restrooms?

These massive, multi-stall restrooms are so last century.

The last couple of weeks were rough ones for me personally (world events did not help either). Had not been that down in a long time.

But if things go my way tomorrow, I might be in a good place for a long time to come.

I believe the only reason the Double Dutch Bus dance is popular to perform is so aging cheerleaders can prove they can still kick above their heads.

Though a live action would have been cool, an animated series of Firefly means they can do it for decades without any of them growing old.

And it makes my Jaynestown Mudders hockey jersey relevant again.

Just went on a follow-back spree.

Don't make me regret that.

Wind is a o blustery outside right now (and for the next few days).

Glad I'm inside playing video games listening to oldies.

If you see this, post a chef.

Happy Saturday to you all.

Sunday for some.

There really is only a small fraction of the day when everyone is on the same day.

Every day my team has a meeting in the morning.
Monday through Thursday, it is at 10am.

Fridays, it is at 11am.

Every Friday at 2 minutes after 10am, I panic, thinking I forgot to log into the meeting.

Every Friday.

I wish they were more Pacific about their writhing.

Whelp, it's Friday.

Since AI has yet to completely take over my job, I guess I'll go to work.

Some couples plan getaway weekends for their anniversaries.
Others buy each other expensive gifts.
Others go out to an expensive restaurant.

Me and my wife: Xbox Series X.

We are not the same.