Not nostalgia exactly, but the realization that I'll never again turn on the 6 o'clock news on tax day and see a live shot from the post office with a reporter marveling about the traffic situation.
Sundays are for avoidance and escapism
My bed head this morning was impeccable, but it’s the finest thread of pseudo-professionalism I hang on to these days, so I tamed it and put on a clean t-shirt for the morning status call, which didn’t happen because last night’s production deployment didn’t work, and the store opens in 80 minutes, and… etc.
Then there was the 4 or 5 hours to fixup and test all the stuff that was closed out with ‘TODO: SET PROD VALUES’ and the like, and I just 🫤d through it because this is my fiefdom when things go sideways.
My knee was angry that I spent so much time at my computer this morning so I took my laptop over to the picnic table by the little league fields to finish up the paperwork and that part was nice. I signed off promptly at 5pm and took the 6 mile route home instead of tracking back the 4 blocks I walked to get there and that part was nice too, even if my knee currently disagrees.
Impeccable bed head is normally my sign to get a haircut, so a TODO for this weekend I suppose. The gray hair has been setting up shop for years now and I don’t really mind, but I notice it more in my selfies these days, and I wonder about all the lives I’ll never live, and…I’m not sure what to do with that.
Long walks and sunshine and a shuffle of mostly 90s rock I haven't listened to in forever.
Tonight's two-woman musical about Annie Londonderry's 1895 bike ride around the world was actually quite enjoyable.
I took my sour attitude and emotional support cup litre of tea to a different corner of the park and found a dry picnic table and put on COWBOY CARTER and the sun is out and the lil puffy clouds are strolling by puffily and it’s not all bad I suppose.
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- Doing today on like 2..2½ hours of sleep. My watch says no data.
- April's payroll didn't go through. It looks like it's not just me so that's something?
? But at least I was awake to notice it before the autopay for rent hit and I was able to move money around.
+ Went for a 3 mile walk before the sun came up. I enjoy it, but maybe not enough to make me a morning person.
+ *boop* I don't know who I've booped and who I haven't booped so I'm probably gonna boop some of you a couple times today and that's just gonna be how it goes, i guess.
Payroll didn't go through because Friday was a holiday and today is a holiday and I'm actually really fucking annoyed this was the reason
- Doing today on like 2..2½ hours of sleep. My watch says no data.
- April's payroll didn't go through. It looks like it's not just me so that's something?
? But at least I was awake to notice it before the autopay for rent hit and I was able to move money around.
+ Went for a 3 mile walk before the sun came up. I enjoy it, but maybe not enough to make me a morning person.
+ *boop* I don't know who I've booped and who I haven't booped so I'm probably gonna boop some of you a couple times today and that's just gonna be how it goes, i guess.
Friday
On the plus side, the dreams have mostly held off 'til I've had enough sleep to be a functional human the next day. On the not plus side, 4:07 AM. I don't usually try to suss out meaning from my dreams but last night's was a bit of a sledgehammer--no interpretation needed.
Tired and sad, I put on coffee and logged on for work to change the subject and managed a good bit of productivity before the sun showed up. Weird how I enjoy work I'm competent at. Maybe I should pursue that.
After the daily status meeting, I spent the better part of an hour on the phone with my former co-worker and it was really nice to catch up.
They say we're gonna get rain all weekend. And wind. Maybe a lot. Figured i'd make the most of the grass before it turns back into a soggy mess.
I reprogrammed position 2 for my standing desk to be the perfect height for me to slouch over with my elbows on the table to prop my head up while my left leg is bent over my right knee. The regrets will come, but for now it's the best.
an excerpt from chapter 8 of my text message that probably should have gone into a journal instead, but that i'm posting here as reminder to future me trawling through my archives
My toxic trait is a 426 word text message.
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Talent.
That thing where your dad posts the song that’s been all over your TikTok feed for the past month.
Working from the park this afternoon I realized I was removing the last bits of some feature I was in the middle of adding that one day in September 2020 when I met up with one of my favorite (now former) co-workers to work from the park for a bit after months of isolation and had a lil chuckle about it.