It’s been a while. A long while.

Did you miss me?

Time flew by and I’ve been meaning to do some writing, but next weekend got pushed to the next and the next and on and on.

I’m here now and I don’t know what to write.

Life settled into a new normal even after reaching a new normal and another new normal.

What version of the new normal are we on now?

So, what have happened in the past couple of months?

Since I turned a new number.

42.

Honestly, not much.

Life proceeded like it would, in a trajectory like any other trajectory.

Day turns into night. Night turns into day.

Rinse and repeat.

Rinse and repeat.

Rinse and repeat.

Work.

Work is work. I’m steadily busy, but I find myself finished a little after noon, or one or two, depending on the day. Most days I know I’m done around 3ish when I take Galette for our final walk of the day.

Then I’ll settle down and try to nap.

Work be damned. 4pm be damned.

Work.

It’s been steady.

I got my projects.

Projects finish and I find new projects.

I’m always finding ways to keep busy.

Now, I trying to find all the old café pages that need to be redone so we can get off our old server.

I finished converting and redoing our old eTrack system in PowerApps and that worked. Getting comfortable, I thought it would be a good idea to try and do more.

I’m the over achiever.

I just want to keep busy even though I really don’t want to work anymore.

Other than my shit, I try not to get into people’s shit, but drama always finds a way. Thankfully there really isn’t too much drama.

Covid.

It’s still here.

It’s still a thing and there’s no end in sight.

The Delta Variant.

It runs rampant across the nation and our numbers of infected inflate back to January and February numbers. Back to numbers not seen since pre-vaccines.

Los Angeles implemented masks mandates again.

It’s a new normal.

It even suspended our short-lived return-to-the-office soft opening.

We were open for those who wanted to come into the office and are vaccinated for two whole weeks before we had to start wearing masks inside of the office again.

With that, soft opening cancelled.

I busted my ass off to help during those couple of weeks to get things ready and get users situated.

Sigh.

I don’t even know when we can go back to the office again. Probably not until next year. We have a little over four months left of 2021.

Fucking crazy.

Mental Health Break.

I took an extra extra long weekend during the middle of July. I drove up to Paso Robles again and did a lot of hiking and some wine tasting.

It was a much needed break. I needed to be out in nature breaking my body again.

I did Montana de Oro State Park, Moonshine Beach, Pinnacles National Park, Point Lobos Nature Reserve and Garrapata State Park and took an extra day to go wine tasting.

Much needed rest and reprieve from what life is; the new normal.

Garrapata State Park was very interesting. It’s literally right on the 1. The PCH splits the half.

There are the bluffs and then there are the mountains. I definitely need to go back and do it again.

I can’t wait to retire. I can’t to get rich, cash in, and retired.

I’ll have more time to explore and hike to my heart’s content.

TO THE MOON

To the fucking moon.

Pet life.

Life life.

With each day, I’m learning more and more about Galette.

She’s still a wild child and I still struggle to figure her out. It’ll be a while before I do. It’s not days, or months, but years before I understand her and her language.

Currently I’m battling with her since she has a hot spot on her tail. The fucker won’t stop biting and licking it.

She has a cone on and an inflatable collar. The cone was Pickles’s and is too big for her. But I MacGyvered it and so far, it’s working, but she still manages to get at her tail.

That bitch.

Relish is scared and hides in the closet all day because of the cone. I don’t blame her. I take her out to the living room when Galette and I are in the bedroom at night so she can do her business and eat.

Hopefully Galette’s tail will get better soon.

I’m hoping.

Home.

I’m finally driving home to see mom. I haven’t seen her since our Spain trip way back in 2019. It’s been two fucking years since I’ve seen her and my family. I can’t wait.

I’m driving up with Galette.

Galette seems good in the car, happy to go on car rides even though she’s very weird during the ride, but I think she’ll be okay.

18 hours. That’s going to be a long long drive and I hope she will do okay.

I don’t know what I’m going to do up there. I don’t have anything solid planned. I want to do Cascades National Park, but I am unsure. I’ll have to board Galette since I don’t want to have mom, or my bro watch her.

But there’s a heatwave up north and they are dealing with smoke and fire also. Not sure about the air quality or if it is worth it now.

I’ll play it by air.

I’ll probably do a lot of local hikes and then drive to the Olympic Peninsula and do Lake Quinault again or something.

Galette never been hiking before, or at least with me, so I don’t know how well she’ll do.

She seems to enjoy the long walks we do on the weekend, and she loves the stairs, so maybe she’ll love hiking too.

She will love it.

She will.

Writing.

Life.

Journaling.

I write what’s been happening or what has happened in my life. Journaling it.

I wish I can get back to the old days of my steam of conscience writing, where I just write.

I don’t care what I’m writing about, but I just write.

I put words on “paper” and just write.

Can I get back to that? I don’t know, but I want to.

Maybe since I got this out of the way, maybe I can do that again.

Who knows?

Maybe tomorrow.