44 days
I feel really tired again today. Didn’t make any of the forward progress I’d hope to, aside from another uneventful day crossed off the calendar. Good enough, I guess.
I’m looking forward to the weekend.
45 days
You heard it hear first, folks: I will be leaving Tempe on the first of July.
“Where to?” Would you believe I still don’t even know myself? But I’ll be counting down the days until I’m out of this desert.
So: Watch this space.
Pacing in my cage
6 more weeks in this box, then I’m back on the highway headed west. This self-isolation is driving me half-crazy, yet too poor and responsible to go whole-crazy.
If I could leave here tomorrow I would. This place feels like purgatory, and it gets hotter every day.
Digitize It
Rippin’ mp3s. Uploadin’ JPGs. Eatin’ ramen. Yeah, it’s one of those days.
Actually, I should say I’m “importing” mp3s. Apparently the term “ripping” is a little too haxx0r for the iTunes set. Still, [Apple] makes a wonderfully painless mp3 encoder. I’ve just been feeding discs to the box all day and pressing Go. Read more
There and Back Again
An update on [last week's post]:
After a day of fretting, I hopped on an eastbound flight back to Michigan last Friday.
I got to Clarkston just as my grandmother was getting released from the hospital. The prognosis was simply negative; Read more
