It's been a while since I abandoned hopes of a return to a Before Times normal. One of my fancy pants spreadsheets reminded me this morning that it's been 179 days since the bottom of the world fell out on March 13, 2020. 179 days, good Lord. With that in mind, some things are starting to spin back up to speed and I'm trying to keep up.
Thankfully more work is starting to come in. The last week had several job inquiries and another project I'd bid on months ago got "pre-approved." Not exactly sure what that means, but it sounds better than "denied." There's another kinda-sorta favor/personal project with a tiny bit of funding in the works, so that's one more thing to add to the welcomed treadmill that's slowly getting faster and faster. Don't get me wrong, we're still talking "slightly faster than a crawl" but I'm smart enough to know I can trip over my own feet.
Speaking of being head over heels – SEGUE – Saint Anne the Wife and I made it past the eleven year mark this past week. She's still the hero of our family and easily the brightest part of my life. To celebrate, we dumped our two house fires with their grandparents so we could look for major appliances, tile samples, and landscaping by ourselves and not drag along two angry drip torches in car seats. Obviously this hopeless romantic is practical and we're still in the process of buying a house.
Here's a few hot takes from this week:
- I'm loving my slow spiral into the absurdity of The Eric Andre Show.
- Somehow I got into an early private screening of Tenet last week. Stoked to get back into a movie theater and I absolutely felt safe with the safety protocols the theatre had in place.
- Got to pop off some moody cloud pictures thanks to an attention hungry storm that moved through OKC early in the week. No question I miss being behind a camera, so crazy thanks Mom Nature for the good light.
