Since last we met my life, as it is known, has been a blur. Constant motion. Unrelenting chronal momentum. A race against entropy.
Remember the first time you saw Speed, with Keanu and Sandra, and how the movie just started with a burst of energy and that burst of energy just continued for, like, 90 minutes and it seemed as if at any time during that 90 minutes your heart rate decelerated below 155 it would explode?
Well, really, it hasn’t been that dramatic. But I have been really, really busy. Especially this week.
In a normal week I hang out a bit on Sunday with some pals, then I get a bunch of stuff done around the house, then I have a MTW work schedule with Thursday off, and then a Fri/Sat schedule before another funday on Sunday. Go ahead and mark that all on your calendar so you can keep track later. Okay? Okay.
This week is one of those weird weeks where I don’t get much of a break. Sunday I had to spend extra time doing stuff that I would have done on Thursday because I didn’t get Thursday off. I shifted it for Saturday so I can do something fun on Saturday, which – if you’ve been paying attention for any length of time – you probably already know about.
Because this weekend is St Patrick’s Day weekend.
So, yeah, a bunch of friends and I take the 3-hour drive to Reno, get all shamrocked out, and party like it’s 1699. It’s like that Santa Crawl thing I do, only with leprechauns. It’s fun. Come join us. I’ll be the one at the end of the rainbow on the pixie’s back.
Don’t judge me.
Of course, with all of that going on, and my continued commitment to “read more,” “get more done around the house,” and “be more focused at work,” time just kind of gets away from me. Fast. Like bus-rides-in-cheesy-90s-movies-with-Dennis-Hopper fast.
And speaking of work, it’s been a doozy. We’re usually pretty slow this time of year, from about the time folks start saying “Happy Holidays” to each other until about the time folks cash their returned overpayment checks to Uncle Sam, we’re pretty slow. We have not been. We have not been slow, at all. I’m barely able to keep up with orders, and I’m constantly working to make more room for product on the floor and in the warehouse. I’m a stickler for being able to move about the store and, as you know, I’m sort of OCD about organization. My showroom is like one, big constant garage-cleaning right now. So I guess you can say I’m pretty happy.
And then, of course, there’s the puppy thing. I would be remiss if I didn’t post a few pics of the litter we’ll be choosing from (most likely have chosen from). Mrs C has been spending an inordinate amount of time on the phone with the breeder, or over at the breeder’s house cuddling them and helping to feed them. The mama got sick just days after the pups were born so hand-feeding became a constant thing. Luckily, my wife loves the nurturing of puppies thing. She’s got a heart of gold(en).
Regardless, we’re only a couple of weeks from bringing the little tyke home, so I’ve got some backyard prepping to do. You know, chicken wire around the deck so he doesn’t stray under there, securing the bottoms of fencings so that he doesn’t wander away. I gotta pull the crate out of storage, too, since I packed it away once Ludo got the hang of not chewing up furniture when we were away. #FreeChunk might be a thing soon.
Probably not, since “Chunk” is just the working title of the pup-to-come, and will not be his actual name. I still like “Marvel” for a name, but Mrs C only answers “we’ll see” when I bring that up. That really means no.
So that’s what I’ve been up to since last we met. The only other thing to announce, from this week, is that Beto O’Rourke is officially a candidate for president, officially my early favorite to overthrow the autocrat, and I officially made a contribution to his campaign this morning. I think that’s the earliest I’ve done that in an election cycle so I guess you can say things are getting pretty serious.
I’ll have more to say when I get back Tuesday, though I may not say it ‘til Thursday or Sunday. In the meantime, think of me and follow my antics on Facebook. There’s likely to be a bunch of new, green pictures there on Sunday.
Now go have a great weekend. And Happy St Paddy’s. 😊