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Dinner of Champions.

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Well how about that?

Apparently the property cut me a check last week, and I got it today. So they’re all caught up with me, until I send them another invoice on Monday.

Feels good to be getting paid regularly. Last year there were months I went without. This has been my best month yet.

Plus it looks like I can stretch this out for another month. Then there’s going to be some extra attention on the NOLA project.

Feast or famine.

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Wednesday.

I’m at the San Antonio project. Last night we got a rough outline of getting these new chillers online, at the end of July.

They were supposed to be online at the end of May.

Let the Fuckery begin.

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Dammit Texas!

Enough of the blocking of free porn!

Ooops, was that out loud?

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Dinner. Sans pants. It’s what I live for.

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Blah Blah Blah - Tumblr ate my draft.

Long story short:

I was over an hour delayed, because the plane didn’t have pilots (those fucking help). And then there was a window/ door problem. Hint: it was a Boeing 900 plane.

The Wife™️ got diverted to Grand Rapids, because weather at Detroit. So she missed her connecting flight to Lansing. Luckily, my cousin is a VP/GM at the Lansing local TV station…and got her a room at the Westin in DTW (those are $500 a night). Thankfully, that isn’t going to cost me money or Marriott points.

I’m currently getting beer and pizza for dinner before I check into the hotel.

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B3.

Back to land of pre-boarding upgrades.

I never realized Summer travel was so….ugh. It’s a Tuesday FFS! I’m hoping this will be a short week, and a weekend alone….all to myself. Without much of an agenda.

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Trying some peppermint oil on my temples. Let’s hope that will shut my brain off, and keep away those weird ass dreams involving all of my former employers.

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Evening rain was only a slight drizzle.

Would’ve been nice had it lasted. Hopefully there will be some sleep tonight.

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Damn.

Looks like I picked the wrong afternoon to be all horny on main.

Guess I’ll just get to packing my suitcase (not a euphemism).

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Today, my chiropractor told me I was a stiff mess. - I’m certain she meant well.

I told her it’s been 51 days since I was last in to see her. 32 of those days I was traveling. 15 of those days spending at least 6 hours in an airplane.

Not to mention the nights of insomnia and trouble sleeping because of crappy pillows. Conversely, not to mention the nights of getting blackout drunk so I can at least get some sleep.

We won’t even think about any dietary changes I’m needing to make whilst on the road.

“Crack me up good, Doc. For tomorrow I’m going back out there.”

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Here’s to hoping this coming week moves in my favor. I could use a bit of luck, and something that rhymes.

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Yesterday.

Yesterday, there was no work to be done.

Yesterday, there wasn’t a list of tasks.

Yesterday was laid back and easy, there wasn’t a schedule and time constraints.

Yesterday, the stress and anxiety of life didn’t catch up with me until the reality of our leadership’s news.

Until then, yesterday was a really good day for me.

Today, well today I need to catch up on all the things that I didn’t do yesterday. Plus the few handful of things that she’s added to the list.

I can never have 2 full days of nothingness on any given weekend.

Next week marks 8 weeks in a row of travel. Tomorrow I get to find out if that streak will continue to 9 and possibly 10 weeks in a row.

…just like that…💨… Q2 is over…

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I’m 52 years old.

Some days I feel like I want to live forever. On other days I’m ready to leave now.

Kinda hard to tell what kind of day it’s going to be. Then again, maybe that’s the mystery.

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When you read the second part’s first two chapters on recovery and exercise…then pow, it hits you right between the eyes. You realize that you’ve been this way (the defective way that you are) for the last 40 years.

How exactly do you make that stop on a dime?

I’m open to any and all suggestions.

Looking back…

2024 = 16 trips in 52 weeks. 8 of those 16 trips occurred in the last 12 weeks of the year.

2025 = 17 trips in the first 26 weeks. 8 of those 17 trips will occur concurrently at the end of Q2.

In other words, in 2024 half of my travel occurred in the final quarter of the year. I also spent a lot time at the pool. Whereas in 2025, so far at least, I’ve doubled the potential amount and increased the frequency by 33%.

Ironically, this is the book I’m currently reading:

When I do in fact die, I want to be cremated with a completed checklist.

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Four varying shades of brown.

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Back from the land of:

Jambalaya

Étouffée

Gumbo

Po’ Boys

Oysters

And into the home of:

Just Egg

Tofu

Sweet potatoes

Kale

Hummus

Something, something…keeping my heart healthy. Yeah but…

This summer in NOLA might just be the death of me, although that might not be a bad way to go.