Much of the time there is really just too much to do. I mean you finally find a place to live and then you have to move out for a week. Then you get sick. Then you're better. Then you get a call that your car is fixed. Then you realize you can't pick it up yet. Then your boss decides to extend your job description yet again to include the go-visit-the-job-and-schmooze-with-the-customers-guy. Then it starts raining. Then you run some errands. Then you realize you didn't even make half of the calls you needed to make. Then you get a message from your roommate telling you all sorts of info you don't know what to do with right now. Then your boss comes in and chews out the guys. Then the circumstances are revealed to be different and he apologizes and is in a state of agitation.
Calm returns. At least for the moment and I continue to ponder how I will pick up my car, pay for the repairs, get a haircut, go for a run, make some calls, do some laundry, and finally get to sit down and read.
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