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Nov. 16th, 2016
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Nov. 16th, 2016 09:25 pmI'm posting this from New Hampshire, from my ex-wife's living room. Yes, it feels kinda bizarre. But she's in Arizona for a few days (clergy conference, if memory serves), and I agreed to look after Peter for this chunk of it.
All this is complicated by...
1) I scheduled an interview with a potential new, less sucky headhunting firm tomorrow. "Well, I guess I can do it by Skype," I though. "But I hate Skype interviews. Hm, how far is it actually from there to their office...Oh, OK: Let's do this in person!"
2) Peter's school is very possibly going to be canceled tomorrow due to a busdrivers' strike.
Incidentally, 3) I have...well, I guess it's just a cold. This afternoon--combined with work-related stress and the fact that I haven't gotten a proper night's sleep since about Sunday--it felt more like the 'flu.
I'm feeling better now, but it's still not ideal.
Heck with it. I'm going to bed. Tomorrow will be frenetic regardless.
All this is complicated by...
1) I scheduled an interview with a potential new, less sucky headhunting firm tomorrow. "Well, I guess I can do it by Skype," I though. "But I hate Skype interviews. Hm, how far is it actually from there to their office...Oh, OK: Let's do this in person!"
2) Peter's school is very possibly going to be canceled tomorrow due to a busdrivers' strike.
Incidentally, 3) I have...well, I guess it's just a cold. This afternoon--combined with work-related stress and the fact that I haven't gotten a proper night's sleep since about Sunday--it felt more like the 'flu.
I'm feeling better now, but it's still not ideal.
Heck with it. I'm going to bed. Tomorrow will be frenetic regardless.