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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

like a drunk...

how does the day move?  how does time sometimes creep, as if it were drunk and trying hard not to appear to be, and sometimes run as if it were in an NFL combine wanting to secure a position right out of college?  this has been one of those days, and it's not bad by any stretch, but it has been shifting gears beneath my feet and i feel as if i'm not caught up quite yet.

just quick on the update.  i did go to the interview at Aaron's rental, but it was for a delivery guy, and i thanks but no thanks right quick so as not to take any more time from the dude than necessary.  not going to punish myself with tasks that will hurt me anymore.  don't have to prove anything to myself.

the keyboard i got for my mother's computer is in, but my adapter for my new keyboard/keyboard is not, so i will wait until tomorrow to pick up both.

i thought about Rachel most of the day and still am.  missing her?  you betcha.  running to her side of town?  no.

had dinner, finished the steak and cabbage and smashed taters from a few days ago.  going to do dishes.  finished getting coffee pot ready for the morning. interview tomorrow morning at eleven.  so, that's how i'm going to get rolling if i'm blessed to get moving in the morning.

i am blessed now, and i am grateful to God right this moment, and now i'm going to shower and shave and be ready to roll tomorrow.  good night.

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