tmo

Two and a half hours of sleep makes for an interesting day. Stumbling headlong into the day, the rain provided a refreshing shower on the way to my errantly parked car (no ticket). I got to
thank Jack Hammer in person, for waking me 15 minutes before the alarm. His dump truck was parked a gracious six inches from my car. Coherency a mere idea, I was home long enough to
forget why I was there. After a few mindless swipes at clothing and food stuffs (and a few corrective activities following misapplication of said) I made it to one of the more surreal days of work I've had. Time passed quickly but I don't think I blinked the entire day. I'm pretty sure I was investigating the time space continuum from may desk in Chinatown. Oh, and free advice, don't walk past the live poultry store when the door is open and you are trying to decide if beer from Wisconsin you drank hours before counts as an early breakfast.

I managed to find myself at practice in time to sprint, scrimmage, and get rained on some more. My D game relied on interference in the form of hurling myself at the knees of whomever I was guarding. That was mostly Volker, as he too had the look of a Tuesday night regular. Volker and I agreed we are silly, far from salubrious, and late for the Jazz Fest concert in South Boston. After an enjoyable, but non-energizing performance from MMW and Jon Scofield it was obviously time for late night Chinese food. Adventures with Volker typically result in strange discoveries and the salted squid was no exception.

By the time I returned to JP, I had a fulfilling two minutes to reflect on my day, contemplate my toothbrush and collapse mostly in my bed. Today is moving along nicely and I am out to play a game with JPHoF.

More to come. ..