When the Smoke Clears

The spin up over the last couple of weeks has left me overwhelmed. I get home in the evenings and just want to shut everything down. Sometimes I won’t even watch an old movie, I’ll just sit with a little plate of food and a book and that will be it for the evening.

The new assistant is doing fine. I had already detected a few little personality issues that might end up being a problem and had a talk with him about it and he seems to be a lot less negative and sarcastic of late. It wasn’t a sudden change either, which leads me to believe it is more permanent.

The weekend, well, not much happening other than getting to the cleaning and other issues that are constantly left behind. I even spent a couple of hours tearing out everything in my clothes closet and refolding and putting it all back in there. I discovered I have WAY too many white tshirts. (And how is it that the cotton industry and the antiperspirant industry got together to ensure that antiperspirant leaves burn marks on tshirts? I thought Taft signed some legislation against this or something.)

There’s a ballgame on tonight, I hear, but my sweet, dear friend with whom I would normally watch it is not feeling so well. She and I decided to stay hibernated in our little homes. She’s starting at a new company where she has to go in and make some changes and be the hatchet-man for a little bit and so weekends are for peace and quiet. (truth be told, I don’t even think she’ll go downstairs to the “ManTrap” to watch anything, even if she does turn on the game. The ManTrap is her completely remodeled basement with a custom built fully stocked bar, card table, foosball table, and 100″ widescreen rear-projection home theater with leather club chairs… yeah, I like it there.)

There’s no snow down by her and if her shoulder weren’t bothering her, I’d make her come up here instead. The cabin is glowing from the fire, from the patches of white snow in the forest and down by the stream. The wind is stirring enough to keep the pines and cedars moaning. It will be a good night.

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