W: 318.0 BS: 152
Cool and rainy today. A few hours on the road and then chores. Might I treat myself to... whisky?
TaxiChickensLaundryStack woodFire & Wood- Vacuum
Pay bills
Two stalks of Brussel Sprouts gives us enough for three meals. I just need to decide how to use them. Roasting is on the edge of boring.
Boy, X is full of 'Hot News!!11!! Trump is gonna XXXXXX' but pretty much no indication of where the rumors came from. Clicky bait, Clicky bait, three piles deep.
I've started keeping a running list on my phone of all the things my wife wants to spend money on that I can't afford. I'm trying to quantify how many times I get gut punched for not being able to make magic money appear out of thin air.
I understand that I've been 'The Provider' for my entire life. Simply working harder, taking on multiple jobs, doing longer hours, answering all the calls for 'I Want' and 'We Should' and 'I had an idea'. Each and every one requiring me to squat and shit out cash like a trained monkey.
Well, I don't have it anymore, and I can't make it happen anymore. That's not me anymore... but my gut still churns every time I hear those words.
Yeah, I know. Whiny whiny whiner. Guess I forgot my place for a moment.
The saga of Admiral King and the Mk14 torpedo goes a long way in explaining just how stupid bureaucracy can be.
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