Day 521

Now that all the bills have arrived from my Houston trip, I did a little postmortem accounting and discovered that I really didn't make much money at all on the job. Oh, well. On the plus side of things, I did acquire some new equipment that allowed me to actually do what I had promised, but that was about it. This happens to me all the time. I'll invest a lot of money to buy equipment for a particular type of job, thinking that I'll be all set for future jobs of this nature, and then I'll never see another job quite like it again. Let's be positive though. I need to keep looking at my glass as half full. Hey, if the trade show guys want to hire me to go to Rio de Janeiro with them in October, I'm all set.

It looks like its going to be a rainy weekend. I managed to get the dogs walked this afternoon before the deluge started, but I ended up cutting things pretty close. I could tell Dot was nervous and wanted to get back inside again, but Dash refused to poop until he got to his regular spot. From the look Dot was giving him, I knew she was thinking "hurry up you silly dog, you're going to get us all killed."

I'm always glad when Friday rolls around, even if there's nothing exciting happening on Saturday. My weeks seem longer now. Maybe it's the same as it always was. Maybe I'm just more tired these days. I find that I'm really busy every day, but at the end of the week I can never think of anything significant that happened. It's all running in place. The marathon race that life has become just goes on and on. It's Friday though. I know I'll sleep well tonight. I always do. It's waking up again the next morning that is the problem.

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