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Basically, last week was a cotton candy on the outside and a shit sandwich on the inside. My co-worker (a.k.a. "the sales guy") was out on vacation hunting all week. This in and of itself was not an issue. It would appear as though things would be smooth sailing and quiet as the days passed. It would appear. /sigh Monday started out okay, but ended in impromptu meetings at a customer site planning some special lab testing commencing Tuesday. Tuesday was about a 16 hour day without appreciable progress. Wednesday was another Tuesday sans the after hours work, but I was so tired at that point it didn't matter. Thursday and Friday I can barely remember now, but they were unbearably long in the moment. I had a photo shoot on Saturday with the young lady pictured (yes, these are from Saturday). Today I went to a photography networking event in Pearland of all places. It was an overall success, but I spent a lot of the trip there and back wondering where my weekend had gone. Hitting the numbers might be nice about now. "Bend The Bracket" - Chevelle So the water's thickening His collar's pulled, begin to be aware It's on, that he needs to focus Beyond that man, he brings a world of pain Cause The war is on, too weak to move Call it off, sorry refused So we bend the bracket Shove it down anything to make it fit It's on, and being foolish won't cover up Exposing them as fakes So boredom captured another fool Shredding him to bit it's on And the more we tense up, avoiding pain You'll never learn a thing So, as it would go in this grind-for-a-living world, I'm back in the office bright and shiny tomorrow with not much more shimmer on my face than that reflected by light falling on fresh coffee lips. It gets me from horizontal to vertical when inertia flexes all muscles. Forwarding the tape a few songs, I think we are going to spend our Thanksgiving holiday with my family on the coast. It's to be determined. I was/am hoping for a large gathering at our house here in the Kentucky-fried metroplex of Houston proper. Blink twice and it will be Christmas. Somewhere in there, I have an (almost) week off to do with what I wish. I wish at this moment to fly somewhere beautiful and photograph it to bring home with me, but it's more likely that I'll stay home, sleep more, and do less. If I were to speculate the shift in odds, I'd say finances would be motive to foul play, but what do I know? I'm only speculating, right? What else has been going on? Nothing. I haven't been gaming. I haven't been drinking with the guys or creating anything worth mentioning. I haven't been productive outside providing food and shelter for my family. It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys. I did however, download and burn Dane Cook's Retaliation today off I-Tunes. Being abducted by aliens and coming home from work to your armor clad pet monkey wielding a weapon with which to duel you sounds exciting. Like being part of a heist... or sex. It's better than punching babies. You dig? Hey Kool-Aid! Oh Yeah!