Today, my wife and I celebrated our 26th anniversary. I surprised her by ordering 2 dozen yellow roses and having them delivered to her at the office...I should have tried to get 26 roses, but I ordered online and could only get them by the dozen. This evening, we went back to Canary Cafe in Addison, where my wife had Chef Mansour Gorji's famous ribeye steak...it was dubbed best steak in Texas in two consecutive years (at a steak-grilling competition that pits high-end professional chefs against one another). It was good, but I liked my meal even better. I had a wonderfully rare filet mignon topped with a very flavorful gargonzola sauce. Magnificent! Now, both of us, but especially I, need to cut back on our food intake for a few months to make up for all the wonderful food.
I had two interviews scheduled for today for the position in my office I am seeking to fill. The first one simply didn't show up, the second one did...in an odd way. The second one was a 30ish guy who showed up in a nice suit, black shoes, and white socks. When I queried him about the variation in title shown on his resume versus the application he completed, he got very embarrassed, saying it appeared he cut and pasted the job his wife had at his former employer, rather than the one he held. His 67% score on the English grammar and usage test was positively stellar compared to the others I have seen. I need to pay more to get better people to even apply. The problem is I simply cannot afford to. I promised I would pay what I need to pay to get a good administrative assistant...but I can't find one for what I can afford. I'll keep looking.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Vote for Kinky Friedman!
Kinky Friedman is running for Governor of Texas as an independent. I'm committed to supporting his candidacy, despite the fact that I think his candidacy is probably quixotic. I'm going to vote for him, though. Lots of reasons. First, I have to sign his petition to be on the ballot as an independent. It's hard to find an opportunity to sign in North Dallas. The redneck republicans in my neighborhood are probably not targets of the petition campaign. But, Friday night I will stop at the Flying Saucer, a bar in north Addison on my way home from work, to sign a petition...I am seriously a supporter and want him on the ballot. The republican canddidate is Rick Perry, the current idiot in office. I haven't a clue who the democrats have to offer...certainly not memorable. Kinky is fresh and independent. I've voted for unelectable candidates before, but this isn't one of those times. He has a chance, I think, because I truly believe...I hope...there are enough Texans who are not pure-bred stupid to realize that republicans are flat-out dangerous and democrats are simply too frightened to act. We need an independent voice, despite the fact that I don't agree with about half his viewpoints. Let's shake up Texas!
Salad Forks and (in)Sanity
First Thoughts
Salad forks. There is absolutely no good reason for the existence of salad forks, from my perspective, other than to line the pockets of companies that sell them and those that provide the raw materials to make them. Who needs a salad fork? Not me, that's for sure! No one needs a salad fork. It annoys me to see resources frittered away on something so utterly, completely unnecessary. I want to start a campaign to stop the use of salad forks. I'll call it Fork Off! Somebody has certainly tried using that tired old thing before, but I have a legitimate cause behind me, so it may work. It's probably not worth my time, but if I could engage a college kid who truly believes that the world can change by eliminating salad forks, I'd engage the kid...I'd support him or her to take responsibility for implementing this Quixotic mission!
Second Thoughts
I had a conversation with James Kneeblood this evening. If you've read a couple of specific posts on this blog, you'll recognize his name. He's a character I created to serve as a focal personality for a short story/novella/novel I am writing very, very slowly. Anyway, he and I chatted tonight. Not literally...don't call in the guys with white coats and stun guns...but figuratively (in a sense). I tried to take on his personality and ask questions of myself (him), the answers to which would reveal motives for certain behaviors and would reveal credible details of why my character might do certain things. I'm probably not explaining myself well. Anyway, I chatted with him. I spoke to him about his daughters' odd names (Poison, Rumour, Mexican, and Cataclysm) and he offered some plausible explanations for the oddities. He offered enough to get me thinking about continuing work on the story. James' sanity should be a question mark for the reader...is he sane, or is he as insane as his odd behaviors suggest? Before he died, was he simply an eccentric old bastard who engaged in questionable behaviors to satisfy his bizarre sexual appetites or was he actually an honorable man who did whatever he had to do to protect his daughters from an as yet unknown villan? I have opinions, of course, but since I haven't finished writing about James and his progeny, I don't know the answers just yet.
Third Thoughts
I was interviewed on film today. It didn't phase me. I hope the snippets the television stations chooses to use from the video of me are not embarrassing. That's all I can ask. I don't expect to get calls from film producers, asking me to take on the role of actors who have become too big for their britches.
Fourth Thoughts
I'm a little disappointed in Michelle Bachelet's government in Chile. While the president abolished obligatory military service (which I applaud in any government), she and her government failed to acknowledge the abysmal problems of air pollution in Santiago last Sunday. The air pollution levels were dangerous, yet it did not declare a "smog alert" which would have allowed it to restrict the use of certain vehicles which contribute to the problem. Michelle, don't make me come down there!
Salad forks. There is absolutely no good reason for the existence of salad forks, from my perspective, other than to line the pockets of companies that sell them and those that provide the raw materials to make them. Who needs a salad fork? Not me, that's for sure! No one needs a salad fork. It annoys me to see resources frittered away on something so utterly, completely unnecessary. I want to start a campaign to stop the use of salad forks. I'll call it Fork Off! Somebody has certainly tried using that tired old thing before, but I have a legitimate cause behind me, so it may work. It's probably not worth my time, but if I could engage a college kid who truly believes that the world can change by eliminating salad forks, I'd engage the kid...I'd support him or her to take responsibility for implementing this Quixotic mission!
Second Thoughts
I had a conversation with James Kneeblood this evening. If you've read a couple of specific posts on this blog, you'll recognize his name. He's a character I created to serve as a focal personality for a short story/novella/novel I am writing very, very slowly. Anyway, he and I chatted tonight. Not literally...don't call in the guys with white coats and stun guns...but figuratively (in a sense). I tried to take on his personality and ask questions of myself (him), the answers to which would reveal motives for certain behaviors and would reveal credible details of why my character might do certain things. I'm probably not explaining myself well. Anyway, I chatted with him. I spoke to him about his daughters' odd names (Poison, Rumour, Mexican, and Cataclysm) and he offered some plausible explanations for the oddities. He offered enough to get me thinking about continuing work on the story. James' sanity should be a question mark for the reader...is he sane, or is he as insane as his odd behaviors suggest? Before he died, was he simply an eccentric old bastard who engaged in questionable behaviors to satisfy his bizarre sexual appetites or was he actually an honorable man who did whatever he had to do to protect his daughters from an as yet unknown villan? I have opinions, of course, but since I haven't finished writing about James and his progeny, I don't know the answers just yet.
Third Thoughts
I was interviewed on film today. It didn't phase me. I hope the snippets the television stations chooses to use from the video of me are not embarrassing. That's all I can ask. I don't expect to get calls from film producers, asking me to take on the role of actors who have become too big for their britches.
Fourth Thoughts
I'm a little disappointed in Michelle Bachelet's government in Chile. While the president abolished obligatory military service (which I applaud in any government), she and her government failed to acknowledge the abysmal problems of air pollution in Santiago last Sunday. The air pollution levels were dangerous, yet it did not declare a "smog alert" which would have allowed it to restrict the use of certain vehicles which contribute to the problem. Michelle, don't make me come down there!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Geezer Whining
Let's see...things are happening in the Geezer's life of late.
First, my wife and I will celebrate our 26th wedding anniversary on Thursday, April 13. We'll go to dinner to one of our favorite places for celebratory events. We've narrowed the options to just a few...still no decision, but it's looking like one of our favorite places (where we went for Valentine's Day...but a different menu), where the Mediterrean chef boasts of his two-year-running victories on the steak-circuit...his steaks were judged best in Texas! On Saturday, we'll pretend to be tourists and will go to downtown Dallas...not sure the plan during the day, but the evening will be at the Majestic Theatre, attending the Bill Maher live event. Sunday, more of the same...touristy stuff...after having a nice breakfast which is part of our hotel package.
Tomorrow, a television station from Oklahoma City will send a news crew to my office to tape an interview with me about the business activitities of one of my client associations. I'm feeling a bit out of sorts about that...I don't know what they are after and am a bit concerned they will twist things on me. Oh well, I've successfully deflected such attempts by the media before, so if it happens, I'm confident I can turn things around. I don't get OKC television at my home in Dallas, so I won't get to see my obese face & neck on TV tomorrow night.
I interviewed more dregs from deep basements today. An applicant achieved a glowing score of 42% on the grammar test...and then proceeded to tell me she knows nothing about Access nor about HTML hard coding, despite the fact that her application claimed she was "highly knowledgeable" about those applications. I wasn't very delicate...I told her I did not have time to waste on applicants who lie on their applications and that there was no job for her at my company. I spent all of ten minutes with her, seven more than I should have. I'm losing patience...these lying pieces of scum do not deserve a glance, much less than an interview. Who in the hell writes their resumes? Some of the people who submit applications/resumes are functionally illiterate...they would have trouble working on road-crews, much less in offices. It annoys me that someone has given them hope of becoming office workers...the only office work of which they are capable is washing coffee cups, if that. I have no problem with people whose only capabilities are in menial jobs, but people who have only that level of capacity, but desire "high level" office work just piss me off.
My car battery is signalling me...my car wouldn't start without a jump yesterday. I should take the sign and visit a place to have the battery checked, but I am just too busy. Today, I left my office after 7:00 pm, after arriving this morning at 7:15. That's just too much for a Geezer. I want to work 10-Noon, once a week. My pay requirements are $200 million per year. Do you know of any 104 hour work year jobs that pay that much? Anyway, back to the car...I have spent so damn much on the machine I dare not get rid of it...but it seems to be taunting me! I want a Honda Element or a Honda CRV. Don't know why, I just do. Also, a replacement Toyota Avalon, stuffed to the gills with goodies. And a nice pickup. I only need three cars...but I would kind of like a Honda sports convertible, too, just for the weekends.
I've decided my brother and his wife who live in Mexico should consider building a compound in Falba with the money they will save by not building a granny flat in Oregon. They can still outfit the basement of her daughter's house as a summer refuge, but the money they save could be combined with mine and another sister's to build a right-nice compound, complete with private living quarters and private entries to a well-protected spot in the country. I'll have to suggest it.
My travel schedule is turning into a rude, bad-tempered bitch. Next week, I have to go to Austin for the meeting of a new client. Then, on May 5, I head out on a long, convoluted trip to Dubrovnik, returning more than a week later. Then, immediately after the 4th of July, I'm off to Naperville, Illinois outside of Chicago for another client meeting, possibly incorporating a strategic planning session which will keep me much longer than I'd hoped. In August, dates unknown, I am off to Boston for my professional association meeting. I think I have some meetings in the intervening weeks and months, but I am not sure...I just feel overwhelmed. I used to enjoy travel, but now I enjoy travel only if it's for my personal enjoyment, with no business connection.
My Austin trip could be good. It might provide the impetus to launch a new entrepreneurial endeavor. I want to get into another business...an additional business...that involves products. I want to launch a hundred new businesses. Why the hell did I not act on all these entrepreneurial desires 30 years ago? It's annoying...I will never catch up to all the money I need to have to be able to retire before I reach the age of 167.
It is 9:39 PM. I always try to sign off before 1:00 AM, and this timeframe fits the bill.
First, my wife and I will celebrate our 26th wedding anniversary on Thursday, April 13. We'll go to dinner to one of our favorite places for celebratory events. We've narrowed the options to just a few...still no decision, but it's looking like one of our favorite places (where we went for Valentine's Day...but a different menu), where the Mediterrean chef boasts of his two-year-running victories on the steak-circuit...his steaks were judged best in Texas! On Saturday, we'll pretend to be tourists and will go to downtown Dallas...not sure the plan during the day, but the evening will be at the Majestic Theatre, attending the Bill Maher live event. Sunday, more of the same...touristy stuff...after having a nice breakfast which is part of our hotel package.
Tomorrow, a television station from Oklahoma City will send a news crew to my office to tape an interview with me about the business activitities of one of my client associations. I'm feeling a bit out of sorts about that...I don't know what they are after and am a bit concerned they will twist things on me. Oh well, I've successfully deflected such attempts by the media before, so if it happens, I'm confident I can turn things around. I don't get OKC television at my home in Dallas, so I won't get to see my obese face & neck on TV tomorrow night.
I interviewed more dregs from deep basements today. An applicant achieved a glowing score of 42% on the grammar test...and then proceeded to tell me she knows nothing about Access nor about HTML hard coding, despite the fact that her application claimed she was "highly knowledgeable" about those applications. I wasn't very delicate...I told her I did not have time to waste on applicants who lie on their applications and that there was no job for her at my company. I spent all of ten minutes with her, seven more than I should have. I'm losing patience...these lying pieces of scum do not deserve a glance, much less than an interview. Who in the hell writes their resumes? Some of the people who submit applications/resumes are functionally illiterate...they would have trouble working on road-crews, much less in offices. It annoys me that someone has given them hope of becoming office workers...the only office work of which they are capable is washing coffee cups, if that. I have no problem with people whose only capabilities are in menial jobs, but people who have only that level of capacity, but desire "high level" office work just piss me off.
My car battery is signalling me...my car wouldn't start without a jump yesterday. I should take the sign and visit a place to have the battery checked, but I am just too busy. Today, I left my office after 7:00 pm, after arriving this morning at 7:15. That's just too much for a Geezer. I want to work 10-Noon, once a week. My pay requirements are $200 million per year. Do you know of any 104 hour work year jobs that pay that much? Anyway, back to the car...I have spent so damn much on the machine I dare not get rid of it...but it seems to be taunting me! I want a Honda Element or a Honda CRV. Don't know why, I just do. Also, a replacement Toyota Avalon, stuffed to the gills with goodies. And a nice pickup. I only need three cars...but I would kind of like a Honda sports convertible, too, just for the weekends.
I've decided my brother and his wife who live in Mexico should consider building a compound in Falba with the money they will save by not building a granny flat in Oregon. They can still outfit the basement of her daughter's house as a summer refuge, but the money they save could be combined with mine and another sister's to build a right-nice compound, complete with private living quarters and private entries to a well-protected spot in the country. I'll have to suggest it.
My travel schedule is turning into a rude, bad-tempered bitch. Next week, I have to go to Austin for the meeting of a new client. Then, on May 5, I head out on a long, convoluted trip to Dubrovnik, returning more than a week later. Then, immediately after the 4th of July, I'm off to Naperville, Illinois outside of Chicago for another client meeting, possibly incorporating a strategic planning session which will keep me much longer than I'd hoped. In August, dates unknown, I am off to Boston for my professional association meeting. I think I have some meetings in the intervening weeks and months, but I am not sure...I just feel overwhelmed. I used to enjoy travel, but now I enjoy travel only if it's for my personal enjoyment, with no business connection.
My Austin trip could be good. It might provide the impetus to launch a new entrepreneurial endeavor. I want to get into another business...an additional business...that involves products. I want to launch a hundred new businesses. Why the hell did I not act on all these entrepreneurial desires 30 years ago? It's annoying...I will never catch up to all the money I need to have to be able to retire before I reach the age of 167.
It is 9:39 PM. I always try to sign off before 1:00 AM, and this timeframe fits the bill.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Busy Radical Fringe Thoughts and Wishful Behavior
As expected, today was extremely busy. A conference call with a client officer (another officer flaked), an interview with a prospective staff member (not bloody likely, after her 57% score on an English usage exam), lunch with the former CEO of a couple of very big local associations (i.e., budgets of nearly $20 million) who recently lost his 3-year-old job with a big organization, dozens of emails with client officers, etc., etc., etc. Plus, work on a registration system for our newest client. I should have made $10,000 today, minimum, for my efforts...but it will translate into more like $500, if that. Pain in the ass!
This evening, I got an email from a staffer who "assumes" I want her to go to our new client meeting next week (after I mentioned to her that the client got us sleeping rooms for Tuesday through Friday), but she has other commitments that she will find hard to break, including a charity luncheon on Tuesday, when I'll be attending a Board meeting at noon. I expressed my dismay and responded that she was, indeed, expected to attend, all the time, and that her charity event could do without her, as could the other commitments. She is the one who seems to think her work schedule is her time to schedule, not mine. My response explained clearly that she is to schedule her work time on my calendar, with my permission...and she is, by god, expected in Austin on Tuesday when I arrive, since we're driving, not flying. If that doesn't work, then she doesn't work. I've reached my limit; I run my company, I set the schedule...my staff does not. If they must set their own schedules, they must pay their own bills, pay their own salaries, cover their own medical coverage, rent their own office space, etc. My Republican attitudes surface quickly when someone who feels she should control her own destiny steps across my requirements...she can control her own schedule and her own destiny, but not on my nickel.
I think I may be turning Republican! But, then, I turn on the TV and see the massive protests by Hispanics about idiotic immigration reform and I say, "No" to Republicanism. I support immigrants. Sure, we need to control our borders, but we cannot say "we need cheap labor, but we can't let them in...and if they come, they're criminals, but (wink), let's just not catch them." What bullshit! We do need to control our borders...one of the best ways to do it is to provide financial and business support to other countries so they can generate their own jobs and make moving to America less appealing. Let's all comprehend that a reduction in illegal immigration will increase the price of okra & tomatoes & lettuce & peaches & highway construction...and just live with it! People should be paid for their work...based on the value of their work. Frankly, the efforts of a guy laying highway asphalt are probably more valuable, in real terms, than the efforts of a guy running an association management company. I mean, which would create more aggravation, the disappearance of associations or the disappearance of highway maintenance?
I want the freedom to say what I think publicly...this bullshit of expressing my opinions on a web blog that doesn't identify the author is...bullshit! I should be willing to risk my clients by saying what I think. I do, ocassionally. A gay couple involved with one of our clients is coming to visit Dallas soon...I learned by accident that their politics are much like mine, and I immediately developed more regard for them. So, I expressed to one of the guys my personal opinions about George Bush. I love it...they believe Bush is a Hitler-equivalent who stole one election and steeped the public in idiocy to get the 2nd. I may overdo my views with them, though, inasmuch as I have expressed my belief in preemptive protective-euthanasia for certain of our "leaders." I think they believe I am a little on the radical fringe. Maybe I am. Shit, SOMEBODY has to be!
This evening, I got an email from a staffer who "assumes" I want her to go to our new client meeting next week (after I mentioned to her that the client got us sleeping rooms for Tuesday through Friday), but she has other commitments that she will find hard to break, including a charity luncheon on Tuesday, when I'll be attending a Board meeting at noon. I expressed my dismay and responded that she was, indeed, expected to attend, all the time, and that her charity event could do without her, as could the other commitments. She is the one who seems to think her work schedule is her time to schedule, not mine. My response explained clearly that she is to schedule her work time on my calendar, with my permission...and she is, by god, expected in Austin on Tuesday when I arrive, since we're driving, not flying. If that doesn't work, then she doesn't work. I've reached my limit; I run my company, I set the schedule...my staff does not. If they must set their own schedules, they must pay their own bills, pay their own salaries, cover their own medical coverage, rent their own office space, etc. My Republican attitudes surface quickly when someone who feels she should control her own destiny steps across my requirements...she can control her own schedule and her own destiny, but not on my nickel.
I think I may be turning Republican! But, then, I turn on the TV and see the massive protests by Hispanics about idiotic immigration reform and I say, "No" to Republicanism. I support immigrants. Sure, we need to control our borders, but we cannot say "we need cheap labor, but we can't let them in...and if they come, they're criminals, but (wink), let's just not catch them." What bullshit! We do need to control our borders...one of the best ways to do it is to provide financial and business support to other countries so they can generate their own jobs and make moving to America less appealing. Let's all comprehend that a reduction in illegal immigration will increase the price of okra & tomatoes & lettuce & peaches & highway construction...and just live with it! People should be paid for their work...based on the value of their work. Frankly, the efforts of a guy laying highway asphalt are probably more valuable, in real terms, than the efforts of a guy running an association management company. I mean, which would create more aggravation, the disappearance of associations or the disappearance of highway maintenance?
I want the freedom to say what I think publicly...this bullshit of expressing my opinions on a web blog that doesn't identify the author is...bullshit! I should be willing to risk my clients by saying what I think. I do, ocassionally. A gay couple involved with one of our clients is coming to visit Dallas soon...I learned by accident that their politics are much like mine, and I immediately developed more regard for them. So, I expressed to one of the guys my personal opinions about George Bush. I love it...they believe Bush is a Hitler-equivalent who stole one election and steeped the public in idiocy to get the 2nd. I may overdo my views with them, though, inasmuch as I have expressed my belief in preemptive protective-euthanasia for certain of our "leaders." I think they believe I am a little on the radical fringe. Maybe I am. Shit, SOMEBODY has to be!
Sunday, April 9, 2006
Commercial Kitchens and Lots of Food and Conversation
I'm out of the habit of daily blogging. Computer viruses, long workdays, and tight schedules took me away from my blog, but I'll get back into it.
This morning, I woke up about 7:00 am, despite staying up late (though admittedly falling asleep in front of the television for awhile) after having a great meal with my brother. We had bacon-wrapped filet mignon, along with grilled pork & venison sausage and baked potatoes, grilled jalapeños, and such...after starting with a nice guacamole with extra lime juice and some diced jalapeños for extra zip. I ate far too much, but it was very good stuff and I promised myself I would fast soon...I just need to schedule it. We each had drinks, as well, and I had too much...I felt it this morning and still feel it.
We had a great time just shooting the breeze, talking about how and whether to develop the few acres where he lives, and related "stuff" that's easy and fun to talk and dream and plan about. We spoke with one of my sisters by telephone, too, and agreed we would all think about ways to generate money for a family compound...somewhere.
I had to leave early this morning to get back to Dallas in time to visit with a guy with whom I've had several conversations about a business he operates as a sideline...providing commercial kitchen space on an hourly basis. I have no experience with such things, but it intrigues me. I think it has enormous potential, perhaps as a franchise...so I wanted to meet him and talk about it. I have a trip scheduled to Austin, where he lives and operates his business, in juste over a week, so we agreed I would give him a call while I am there and visit the commercial kitchen operation. I'm not sure why I think I have time for such things...I have far too many irons in the fire at the moment; but I will find the time. It's an interesting concept and may have potential for me, though I do not yet know how.
Tomorrow will be a very, very, very busy day for me. I expect to have to work late after starting very early. That's par for the course after being away from my office for several days, particularly when some of those days were sans computer and Internet connectivity.
Back to the grind.
This morning, I woke up about 7:00 am, despite staying up late (though admittedly falling asleep in front of the television for awhile) after having a great meal with my brother. We had bacon-wrapped filet mignon, along with grilled pork & venison sausage and baked potatoes, grilled jalapeños, and such...after starting with a nice guacamole with extra lime juice and some diced jalapeños for extra zip. I ate far too much, but it was very good stuff and I promised myself I would fast soon...I just need to schedule it. We each had drinks, as well, and I had too much...I felt it this morning and still feel it.
We had a great time just shooting the breeze, talking about how and whether to develop the few acres where he lives, and related "stuff" that's easy and fun to talk and dream and plan about. We spoke with one of my sisters by telephone, too, and agreed we would all think about ways to generate money for a family compound...somewhere.
I had to leave early this morning to get back to Dallas in time to visit with a guy with whom I've had several conversations about a business he operates as a sideline...providing commercial kitchen space on an hourly basis. I have no experience with such things, but it intrigues me. I think it has enormous potential, perhaps as a franchise...so I wanted to meet him and talk about it. I have a trip scheduled to Austin, where he lives and operates his business, in juste over a week, so we agreed I would give him a call while I am there and visit the commercial kitchen operation. I'm not sure why I think I have time for such things...I have far too many irons in the fire at the moment; but I will find the time. It's an interesting concept and may have potential for me, though I do not yet know how.
Tomorrow will be a very, very, very busy day for me. I expect to have to work late after starting very early. That's par for the course after being away from my office for several days, particularly when some of those days were sans computer and Internet connectivity.
Back to the grind.
Friday, April 7, 2006
Computer Viruses and Short Naps
I'm sitting in my hotel room in The Woodlands, Texas, using my notebook computer again, finally, after having a bad experience with a virus taking it out of commission. It was Tuesday night, very late, that somehow a virus found its way in to the computer (while I was asleep), causing it to crash, knocking out programs, preventing me from Internet access, etc. I brought it with me to The Woodlands, anyway, hoping I could find someone to fix it. As it turned out, the hotel sales manager has a neighbor who is chief information officer for a major corporation, so the sales manager called him about it. So, last night, the hotel guy took my computer home with him and he brought it back this morning, along with a bill for $200. I was happy to pay it; it would have cost much more in lost productivity and time had I gone out looking for someone to fix it. I had already tried my hand at it...and failed.
Tomorrow afternoon, I will leave the meeting clean-up to my staff and will go north to Falba to visit a brother.
This business of getting up at 5:00 am, starting to work at 6:15 am and finishing at 7:00 pm or later is for the birds. I'm going to kick back and relax, then a short night's sleep again.
Tomorrow afternoon, I will leave the meeting clean-up to my staff and will go north to Falba to visit a brother.
This business of getting up at 5:00 am, starting to work at 6:15 am and finishing at 7:00 pm or later is for the birds. I'm going to kick back and relax, then a short night's sleep again.