Author: Doug McCaughan

This continues to provide me endless amusement plus nourishment.

This one not so much.

I have learned “overwatering looks exactly like underwatering.”

What shall I do?

• 12 hours of client work
• 5 hours of meal prep for food for the week
• 7 hours of woodworking and home improvements
• 10 hours of cleaning
• 4 hours of financial planning for 2018
• 6 hours of tax preparation
• 4 hours of family time
• 1 hour of unicycle painting
• 1 hour of general panic
• 2 hours of exercise
• 2 minutes of relaxation
• 5 hours of personal website development including volunteer work
• 3 hours of volunteer work

Best get on it!

For this day of my vacation, I shall be glued to the computer…working.

Relevant

I am tired. I am cold. And I don’t want to sit at this computer anymore. Working through my vacations bytes. One day, I want a real vacation…one where I can step away from work.

2018 begins with me in the freezing basement wrapped in 3 layers and a blanket draped over my head programming for clients. Even though I am on vacation, my regular job duties also call. I may have to go into the office for those. I have committed myself to completing some home projects too which I piddle at when I need to move from the computer for a few. I suspect most of 2018 will be like this.

This has been such an eventful year. Perhaps I will do a closeout post but for now, on this Sunday, this last day of 2017, I find myself with client work to complete as well as work for my employer. Hopefully, I can slip in some housework too.

I awoke in a panic this morning at 7am because I’d overslept and promised Amy I would drive her to school. I lay in bed just wishing it wasn’t Friday. I went over all the things I had to do at work today and recognized that Saturday would have to wait…for a few more minutes when I finally rose from bed to hurriedly get dressed. Finally I looked at my phone to see that it claimed today was Saturday. I didn’t believe the phone. I stood in dazed confusion trying to reconcile my belief that today was Friday with the information on the phone claiming otherwise. Eventually I came to the conclusion that a good cup of coffee would bring clarity to this befuddlement so I began my day…my Saturday…at 7:04am.

What did I begin the day doing? Hot glue!

You know you are in for an interesting day when your waking thought is, "Oh right, I’m on the wrong f&*king planet."

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This morning I saw a man walking through the park. I had just arrived for my busy day to begin. The man wore high leather boots, pants wrapped in a red velvet kilt, his shirt with large gold buttons was adorned with medals, and his head was topped with a beret. He looked like he had walked off the set of an Eastern European military period play.

I chose to follow him into the skate park to inquire about his attire. I thought of several non-offensive I’ve breaks such as “you look like someone I’d like to know” but none seemed appropriate and the direct “why are you dressed that way” would be wrong and out of line. He playfully jumped a wall then sat to smoke his cigarette. I opted to leave him in his peace and solitude. A new friend unmet. A mystery unsolved.