Again. Amazingly, I did my morning chores with ease and alacrity. It’s almost like I have been doing the same things every morning for several years. I get a strong sense of deja vu.
Workout was tough but I managed. My trainer, Justin, is almost out of here and off to Indonesia. Only a couple days left. I stopped in the office to ask the manager, Kelly, who my new trainer was going to be. The regional manager was there too. Neither knew shit. What kind of dump are they running here? I would really like to know who will be the new trainer. Not askin much here.
Back to home. Again, all chores done quickly and completely. Go figure. I need to get moving because today I gotta pick up Marika at the airport. She drove down with friend Talyr to San Diego 3 days back and decided to fly home. Anyway, I got out quick and stopped for gas and tire air. Got gas. Aired up? No. No tag on door to help with psi. So, I thought, call Stuart at Honda. Which is when I realized I left the phone at home. Great. Race back home and burn off 20 mins more.
Got the phone. Raced out to the office. By race I mean drive an hour to the office. As quick as it gets.
Office. Managed to do very little while there. I had to leave 30 mins after I arrived to go to the airport.
So, went to airport. Always exciting. Especially when I find the connector to hwy 5 is closed and I have to struggle to find a way around. I was late. No surprise. Picked up the kid who was ok and went back to the office.
What to do at the office? Tax returns of course. Deadline is 5 days away. I have 7 or 8 to go. Got to finish all tomorrow.
I worked till 630. Marika went for coffee. We finished the coffee. She fell asleep on the floor. I kept working till aforementioned 630.
We left. For home? No, liquor store. Total Wine, actually. Picked up a bottle of Dom Perignon for the boy, in celebration of getting his professional license. One caveat, kid has to come to our house to drink it. He is pushing back on that. Anyway, for the bottle.
Drove to home. No more stops. Took forever as it always seems to. Too much traffic.
Emily had dinner ready when we got home. BBQ pork sandwiches again, like two days ago. Of course, they were great again. We also opened a bottle of wine. And drank it too.
Then, you know it, bad TV and go to bed.