Down a Job
Tuesday. Well, all right, here we are. I've been chipping away at the area around my computer these last few evenings: looking for software, straightening up piles of paper/CD's/cables/manuals (where in the hell is that color calibration CD?); things I've threatened to do when I retire. Why not try them on for size right now in the evenings, say I, not only try them, but maybe even get them all done by the time I've retired and then I can, well, you know, sit around and moult.
What in the hell does any of that mean?
Well, I've decided that drinking sake in the evenings (all by myself) is not such a good idea after all and so I'm sitting here listening to the radio and thinking what should I do now that I'm clear headed and everything? Much of life goes better if your house is in order - I've heard this said too many times to doubt it, although sometimes I think the concept ranks right up there with hoping the tooth fairy will pay your Mastercard balance (three sheets to the wind) some hot summer night - so I'm giving it a try. What do you do with yourself in the evening without a couple of belts to smooth it along? I wasted much of my youth reading (hence the 100 books list), but I find reading less satisfying as I grow older. I still buy books (Amazon loves me), but now it's books of photographs (preferably of artfully posed women without any clothes) which I thumb through once or twice making suitably artistic noises and then I put up on the shelf and forget I have them on hand. If this seems complicated, perhaps even opaque, it is, but I'm working at it with clear headed intention while there's no sake in the house.
Now I'm worried. You've gone bonkers.
Sanity. No need for it now that I will soon no longer have to hold down a job.