That’s pretty bad, perhaps outshined only by your and your partner’s child
That’s pretty bad, perhaps outshined only by your and your partner’s child
Sleeper cars on Amtrak were my saving grace when I was regularly traveling between Chicago and upstate NY.
It’s not nearly as long of a trip, and Chicago is a decent station to hang out in, buy being horizontal, getting actual sleep, and having a bathroom not shared by 4.100 other folks made it bearable and feel pretty quick.
Totally understandable, one of a handful of English words that I both know are spelled “wrongL and also have to put conscious thought into spelling before I write it.
My last real weekend before things get truly nuts at work for about six weeks. Happens twice a year, and really isn’t all that bad. It’s finance-adjacent, so deadlines and such are what they are.
Planning on a nap, assembling a piece of furniture I hope will improve my workflow, and…. Another nap.
US, learned to drive on the east coast, early 40s, and I can and prefer to.
My wife, however, does not, so I live in the auto world.
No, it’s more of a subtle, inflationary pressure.
For me, it’s the act of writing, the memory it helps solidify, and… being an FP nerd.
Can I take notes on a phone? Sure, but I wouldn’t use a personal device for work notes, ever. Between my privacy, customer privacy laws, and separation of concerns. I’ve no compunctions at all, though, about sharing an A5 notebook between journal, work notes, personal notes, and reminders.
I always thought that people who liked, um… “cold” partners preferred them fresh or nearly so.
Is there anything left of him except bones?
Ok that’s enough internet for me…