Hi, Mom
For some reason, blogging really suffers when I’m working in Milwaukee. Work is pretty intense while I’m there, but I still have evenings in the hotel. I usually work until 6:30 or 7, then go running and hunt down dinner to bring back to the room, or drag my laptop down to the hotel lounge and order from the cafe menu. So I have a stretch of uninterrupted time each night, which I might not always get at home. I guess the biggest reason for fallow blogging there is that not much interesting, besides work, happens to me there. Interactions are cordial but not of any depth or pith. I may try paying closer attention to my fascinating internal monologue, and try not to be too disappointed at the result.
So now I’m here in Perrysburg to visit my mom for the weekend before flying home on Sunday. I’ll assay some “job-jar” tasks around the house, watch the Buckeyes’ noon kickoff against Michigan State at noon, and not in the middle of the fricking night as I would in Seattle, and, if discipline completely slips, nip at the USC-Notre Dame game at 3:30. Something should stir up blogging material here.
