Too much
Work that is. It’s always feast or famine with my position.
This time it’s due to promises made by a client of ours, and now its scramble the jets time. Normally I would say ‘Self-inflicted wound buddy ‘ but this is a major client and we wanna hold on to ’em.
Too much information that far too many won’t hear about or will blow off as BS if they do, ‘because it doesnt fit’ with what the MSMs are spewing.
Too much cracking of our national structure showing. Social media is striating with like minds and if anyone strays, or tries to reach across lines, the flak is INTENSE.
So, as soon as Friday afternoon rolls around, I’m shipping myself, Serena, some campgear, and flask of 151, off to an isolated cove on a lake in another state. I’ll come back after my flask is empty, my belly is chewing on my ribcage, and my mental state has reached a stable ballast.
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