Wow, its today already. Seems like it was tomorrow just
yesterday. Time doesn't fly, it creeps up on you rips you
right our of your current existence only to throw you into an
I must be in digression hell today. This is the third time
this has happened. I sit down to write something and then get
lost in a side thought that materializes right in front of
my eyes and any other unfortunate onlooker that happened to be
in the vicinity. OK, I'm doing it again. I'll stop and get on
There is never enough time in my current reality
to possibly accomplish everything that EVERYONE expects me
to do. Its not possible. End of story. There is always things
needing to be done by none other than me and I'm always doing
them, yet I never see the end. Tasks continue to consume my
time beyond the ambit of my imagination. Thank God for
PIM's! I would be lost for sure without mine. One day I plan to
do something for me, that I want to do. We can always dream.
Final Kitten Update
The kitten is completely back to normal (if
that's possible for a kitten to do). She's eating well and
acting like a absolute maniac. Nothing like standing barefoot
outside the bathroom door and having a needle claw puncture
your toe in the morning. It's an experience you'll not soon
forget, I know I wont. If I can keep her away from the formal
living room furniture I'll be happy though.
Limitations on goodwill.
I park in a multiple level garage connected to
the building I work that has FREE valet services. Me, being
the great guy that I am started tipping the guys as they go
get my truck. By now you would think I would have learned,
but that's asking way to much of myself to ascertain what not
to do from my mistakes.
There seems to be some sort of contest going on that I'm only
vaguely aware of. As I come out of the tunnel from my
building, I see this game going on, all attendants that see
me make a mad dash for the ramp going up into the area where
my truck it parked. I have the feeling that if I stopped
tipping that something terrible would happen to me from
disgruntled automobile attendees.
I mean its only a dollar, how can that energize someone that
works out in 100 degree heat all day in a fume ridden
concrete enclosure? Maybe there's an ulterior motive going on
here that I, in my rush to break away from the confines of the
office, have overlooked. I'm not very good at conspiracy
theories so you'll have to use your own imagination to conclude the scenario.