Some days I have a specific thing that pops in my head that I want to write about. Some days I’ve got so many thoughts I don’t know where to start. And most days once I start I never know where to stop. Typically that’s dictated by my running out of time. Shocking right?!
Some days I start, and then run out of time and then forgot to finish. That is what happened yesterday. I wrote this whole blog post (well like four paragraphs) about my heritage and how much “Irish” I am because it was St. Patrick’s Day. It was a little more info from the 23andMe results I got a few weeks ago. That isn’t even what I wanted to write about because there has been a lot going on the last couple of days that I wanted to get down for posterity. But, as the weekend never really seemed to slow down, I had to cut things short. Then I forgot about it and never posted what I wrote.
Now it feels silly posting something about Saint Patrick’s Day because it’s one of those things… short lived and by now everyone has already moved on. Except those who might have lingering hangovers. 😜
Interestingly, I’m feeling the same way about all the shit that went on this weekend. I could rapid-fire through the highlights but I’m kind of over it. I guess if I had something more meaningful to pontificate over, I would do that but since I don’t i guess the highlights are the best I’ve got.
Friday I was invited to a rock concert by my friend Sam and despite the fact that the genre is not my favorite, we had a nice little road trip to Lincoln and a good time jamming to Papa Roach and Shinedown. I think the toughest part about indoor concerts for me these days are the volume and the time of day. It must mean I’m getting old. 🤷♀️
I really enjoyed the music and I think I just dig anything you can move your body too. It’s a good cardio session for sure. And actually the volume didn’t bother me too much. We were running late and had to skip dinner so all I had for fuel was a cider beer. The combo of everything gave me a giant headache and I hit the bed as soon as I got home.
It didn’t make getting up early on Saturday very easy either. We had to be up at 6:30 in order to get dressed and head to my house (which will no longer be my house in 4 days), to meet the second round of movers. They moved all the rest of my things we left for staging the house. All that took half the day on Saturday. When it was over I was once again physically and emotionally strained by this whole “move/sale” process. It’s a big deal.
The rest of the weekend we rearranged the furniture in the house, ran errands for various things, Has to deal with water in the basement (soaking our brand new carpet), and also mixed in some watching of shows and working. I can’t say I feel like I got enough rest and relaxation, but feel pretty great about all of it.
Of course it’s back to the regular grind today which includes not only work and the announcement to the team I’m rolling off the project, but also dealing with flare-ups of two things that are throwing my Monday off from the start. The first has to do with a phone call I got at 8 last night from my daughter and the second was I call I got from my ex at midnight. I really wish I could tell him that if he ever calls me at midnight again I will punch him in the face. It makes me that angry.
Anyway, there will probably be more on both of those topics later but that thing that always happens has happened again and I’m out of time.
Fast and Furios,