Friends,
It’s been a little while since I last checked in, so consider this A STATUS UPDATE!
First, here’s the song you should be listening to while reading. You’re welcome.
Now! To the business at hand. I’m now two weeks out from the second Moderna jab and we’re getting out into the world again. I don’t really remember how to act around people, so I’m going with the default for all of the amazing delivery drivers who have sacrificed their safety to keep me isolated during the last year: slobbering gratitude. If my side effects from the second Moderna shot were only a fraction as bad as getting Covid-19, I would’ve been terrified to be out in the world. This pandemic is not a joke and I’m concerned that we’re not nearly prepared for the next one, or the one after that. As my late grandmother admonished, maybe we should just stay in bed and pull up the covers.
While it’s great advice, it doesn’t pay the bills.
I have a few live job opportunities in the pipeline at the moment. Of course I can’t tell you about them because I do not wish to invoke the jinx. What I can say is that there are a couple tech support gigs and a couple copywriting gigs. Each one has things to recommend it. Employee discounts, big pay, and neat perks. It’ll be fun to see which one makes an offer first.
My sweet wife has started to believe that my piney paradise is a nice place to spend time, so she has encouraged me to fix up the place a bit. I find it hard to disagree with this.
We went furniture shopping today to pick up a couple larger pieces that should add a more adult feel to the cabin. Bookshelves and end tables and even a dresser made the list. This, however, did not make the cut…
Woof. The headboard lights up.
Your best pal,
– bob