This World
Thursday. Whatever running around in San Francisco I did yesterday certainly took the starch out of me for the rest of the day. I didn't do any more or less than I've done recently, but my throw away comment of starting to do some situps (to cure the aching back that seems to come with the walking) was actually half serious. I won't start doing situps, but I think I'll add more walking to the walking.
You won't do situps?
I've been entering an odd space recently and doing things I've always thought I'd never do. I surprise myself. Surprise is good, even if its only for the moment.
I'm meeting later this afternoon at Roy's with the usual crew. I'm ready for a glass of Guinness and to see what's been happening this last week. Mr. H mentioned he'd had an excellent interview with a company that's not only located in our old company's building, but located on one of the floors given up when they moved most of their global IT positions (including mine) outside the country to other offices. I'd be curious to know, if he takes the job, whether he'll end up sitting in his old cubicle. Well, on the spot where he once had a cubicle, the new company I'm sure having ripped out the old and brought in something new.
Later. More than a couple of glasses of Guinness, but nothing over the top. Haven't been to Roy's in a while, each of us had two of his hot dogs for dinner, mine with mustard and relish. Everyone seems to be doing well; doing better, I suspect, than many another in circumstances similar to ours. No complaints. It's eight, I have the eight o'clock Chinese soap playing (no subtitles, I have no idea whom the heroine really likes: who's a bad guy, who's a good guy or what the shouting - and there's a lot of shouting - is about). Not unlike this world.
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