Every time I try to get out…

First and foremost: A sincere apology to Jefe, who’s 30th birthday party I missed recently. Sorry bro, this whole job thing has got my head spinning, and I didn’t realize until yesterday exactly what I had done. Amends will be made - I’ll be in touch.

So, I’m sort of working for my old company again.

It’s half pay, which means half (or less) of the work from me. It’s substance until I find something a little more permanent. It’s my former employer’s way of saying, “think long and hard about what you want to do next with your life. Are you sure you know what you want?” Mind you, this was after my second straight day of driving to Inverness, a 90 minute trek into the heart of a bustling metropolis…well, ok, maybe not, but they do have an Applebee’s. At any rate, I could tell he knew I wasn’t too happy about the drive, and he also knew that Joe needs my help for certain things. So the gesture is appreciated.

Another opportunity may have cropped up, but I have yet to hear more info on it, beyond “expect a phone call from…”. But opportunities are appearing, which is a lot better than where I was a couple weeks ago.

MCG, Emily’s Mom, and Her Royal Cuteness will be traveling to the great state of Georgia to be with the Madre this weekend for Mother’s Day. I was originally planning on going, but circumstances dictate that I stay in town over the weekend. Good circumstances. I don’t mean to be cryptic, I just don’t want to jinx anything, despite the overwhelming desire to blurt it out on here in a twelve page essay that will bore everyone but myself to tears. Everyone gets to find out soon enough. Patience, grasshoppah.

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