Sundays before a travel week are beginning to screw with my head. I have no idea why but I am getting cranked up. Upon further review its a little sense of control loss. The air travel part being the major component of that anxiety. Flying sucks if you have somewhere to be at a certain time the pressure for those folks to perform increases. When I’m flying somewhere its to work with someone who has paid a lot of money for my services and they expect me on time so they get their monies worth. I completely understand that but it means that I now build a half day of travel on the front end just to allow for delays and cancellations. Coming home the only one annoyed is me so that’s not bad but then I start going over the checklist in my head about rental car hotel room training materials and it makes for a funday on Sunday. (by the way I was reading an article about how I no longer have to use the Serial Oxford Comma but I just reread that last sentence and without those it bugs me. Experiment over.)
This recent mood change could also be attributed to coming downstairs this morning, turning on Sports Center, and having it all be about the Pro Bowl. This nonsensical worthless exhibition signals the end of another football season and that is never a good thing. Sunday is for watching highly paid grown men attempt to give each other lifelong disabilities for my entertainment. The approaching vacuum is usually where I start really screwing with this website out of sheer boredom. Instead I have taken on a new project for the void but I will talk more about it once its underway and I know its working. Big doings for me but exciting only in a minimalist anal retentive sort of way. And now I must leave you to get ready for a movie with the kids. Max’s turn to pick so we are heading to Red Tails. Maggie is thrilled to become more educated about the role of the African American combat aviators. good times.