Weekend trip to introduce the woman to my old friends from school went surprisingly well. Lots of driving, one expensive parking job at a cab stand and one first steak tartar latter, I am reflecting. My job is the one I want to have. My project is the one I want to have. Things are not going as smooth as needed. Its too painful, and the cycle of pain and sloppy work continues. I need a day to take in all that I have been doing, and another day to reorganize freezer space so as to discover what I actually have in hand. Once a week, fix the books.
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