Bad Gopher

Friday

I didn't get everything done that needed to get done, but that didn't stop me from logging off at noon. Out of office vibes forever.

Riding my bike downhill is still my favorite.

My sister texted me yesterday like 'btw it's gonna to be seventeen-thousand degrees this weekend. bring sunscreen.' This is what I get for leaving my house.

But it will be nice to see the Colorado contingent. It's been too long.

And it will be nice to see a concert at Red Rocks.

And I'm super looking forward to Tuesday when I wake up in my own bed and have absolutely fuck all to do for an entire day.

The giant billboard exiting the Oakland airport: “You are entering California, which protects abortion rights.”

$8.50 to cross a bridge. A short one. We don’t have this nonsense where I come from.

“Nice shirt. Where’d you get it?” He thought it was an Adventure Time tee.

The way the woman working the merch table deflated when I asked about the lemon t-shirt. “This is the last one and it’s a 2XL.” “Okay, I’ll take it.” “Really??” Then under her breath “thank you.”

The dearth of coffee options on a Sunday morning in whatever part of Oakland that EV charging station was in.

95 minutes to fill half a battery. A dead dinosaur would never.

Friday the 10th doesn't have the same ring to it

That "y'all, what??" email I sent last week got me a kind note and a gift card from my management team, and it was a nice gesture, but it's not quite the 'information and a plan' I was hoping for. I get it.

I got stuck in a car wash. Luckily it was after the wash and rinse bit. My car isn't designed for bouldering over the roller thingies that aren't meant to be driven over.

I can manage a 3-mile walk a few times a week these days, which is nice. A month ago I'd regret more than a half-mile.

So grateful that past James booked a midday flight tomorrow and a midday return on Sunday. Maren Morris tomorrow night in Napa!

I'm enjoying this week's book. I picked it out at random (along with the next 3 books in the pile). At least as random as the recommendation algorithm will allow.

Remember when everything was the algorithm's fault? Take me back to those halcyon days.

Friday (observed)

I'm not super thrilled about the current state of my country, but I get a paid day off for its birthday party, so there's that. This year it's a Friday. My plans include: sleep.

I am so tired.

I've lost count of the number of times this week I've asked some version of "am I supposed to know what you're talking about right now?" It's been a lot. A lot a lot.

I got a new bike. It's really nice.

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