Vacation… time away. Time to
Vacation... time away. Time to be away from everything. I know that's the case because this "three day" went by like a "half day". It's the typical burn out scenario. I'm a few steps short of bringing an assault weapon to work with me and mowing down the bad people... well, not quite, but still. The only thing that is really saving me here is EL and her patience with me and everything. Our weekend, when broken into smaller, more manageable bites, was excellent. The dissatisfaction with total stress reduction was the kicker. Yesterday was pretty cool. EL made this crazy spiced pepper peach salsa grilled chicken with a fresh baby spinach mango salad and grilled fresh peaches doped up with the spicy stuff for lunch. She did all kinds of handy work around the house while I sat in my cave and was grumpy. It helped a lot. I need alone time. I mean, seriously... alone. I am around people all day at work. I am around my family when I'm home except when sleeping. I need some time where there is no one but me around. Usually, this is in my office at home because of my predisposition for laziness when I'm not working, but I made a few outings this weekend that were very relaxing. I'd like to ride around town on my bike and photograph stuff, but inevitably I feel guilt for not spending enough time with EL, who deserves more time than I could possibly give her. She's the best. Anyhoo, today is not happy. Fuck today. I was in a meeting all morning and have been busy as hell since lunch. I really need to consider a new job. I like what I do, but the people here have all turned sour. It really does only take a few bad apples to spoil the bunch. The drama surrounding the near foil of our home purchase isn't even worth repeating here, but seems to have stabilized. I'm waiting on a few quotes to come back from the insurance agencies EL queried and then we're done until the close. Between my fucked up job status, the wedding planning, and the home purchase, I am ready to live in a tent in the jungle for a while. I wish I had a remote control for life... complete with volumn knobs and channel buttons... pause, rewind, scan, etc. You see... *that* would be a worthy invention.
Hey,
Did you ever think of renting EL out? Just kidding! Her cooking sounds absolutely delicious! I am jealous...my cooking is terrible.
You liar. You haven’t TOUCHED your bike in the last few months…
I couldn’t cook a hotdog properly with out my handy dandy marthstewart.com cheat sheets. The woman is amazing.
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