“Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We’re captive on the carousel of time We can’t return, we can only look behind From where we came“
Honestly, I like the Ian and Sylvia version of the Circle Game better than that of Joni Mitchell version. And I can’t help but be a bit sad to think of how fast those days have gone by. It’s also exciting to think of the days to come today, my 43rd birthday. The math doesn’t seem quite right in my brain to think in twelve years I’ll be fifty-five. Officially an old person, though when I talk to my colleagues in their early sixties, it’s not that much of a milestone, and I’ll need a year beyond age 55 to get 30 years in Tier 4 Retirement, and who knows what’s beyond that but I do want to retire young so I have time to build that off-grid homestead.
I was on the fence about riding my bike to work but ultimately caught the bus in as it’s like negative one outside. Traffic is all jammed up heading downtown, I had to run like crazy through the State Capitol to the Bus Turn Around in about 5 minutes. Yesterday it was so bad that I missed the shuttle over to the suburban office building and had to catch the later shuttle. It’s fine, I didn’t have rush projects though I did have a busy day. I stayed and caught the later shuttle which was late because of a crash on the South Maul Arterial. Living up to its name. Today I caught the normal shuttle over but it was 4 minute run from the Capitol over to the bus turn around.
They fixed the big stink in the men’s room yesterday in the office by mid-day. It was so gag worthy in the bathroom, pretty sure it was sewer gas or maybe it just was a plugged drain or urine and poop somewhere it shouldn’t be but it was also wafting into my office on the other side of the building. I’m kind of used to the stink of the landfill and sewage treatment plant next to my suburban office but this was far worse. Good they fixed that though as I drink a lot of coffee, and with all that fiber from the carrots and veggies I eat, I find myself pooping a lot.
The Guilderland Planning Board Meeting was as long as usual, though fortunately the one project we weren’t interested in was pushed to the end of agenda. Like usual I was pretty intimidated by the developer stroding around in his cowboy boots and western bull-riders style shirt, though I did like his big SuperDuty truck. Maybe I have too much respect for people who smell like cow crap, own land and burn their own trash. Or at least play that roll in my mind. I don’t know if it was one of the Hershberg & Hershberg engineers or somebody from Sandell Manfuacturing. AIt’s a funny world opposing development in the Pine Bush. On the way back, we got stopped by a Guilderland cop, as we got talking and Lynne didn’t dim her headlights for a passing car, but the officer was polite and sent us on the way after reminding us to dim the lights. Maybe we were targeted, Lynne said it’s the first time she’s been stopped by a cop in 40 years. It was dark and there were a lot of deer out there.
Didn’t sleep well last night. đģ Maybe I’m having second thoughts about the big truck, and maybe it’s I get amped up after all these meetings or I abuse caffeine to much, though lately I’ve been cutting back. Except may for today, as I was so tired I popped two caffeine pills after I drank through all the coffee in my peculator. I was up at 3 AM, flipping through Facebook, put on a podcast regarding Inside the Trump administration’s effort to reverse climate change policies. And thinking more about do I really want a Ford F-350 or not? It will use so much gas, and cost so much money forever gone, and soon enough to be run through the smasher and landfilled. I mean, it would be nice though to have a big, reliable truck based on solid, old fashioned technology, but even base SuperDuties have a lot of high tech crap in them. But on the other hand, I don’t drive to work. Maybe I should talk to AI about that.
And I can’t help but be a bit sad 
to think of how fast those days have gone by. It’s also exciting to think of the days to come today, my 43rd birthday. 
The math doesn’t seem quite right in my brain to think in twelve years I’ll be fifty-five. Officially an old person, though when I talk to my colleagues in their early sixties, it’s not that much of a milestone, and I’ll need a year beyond age 55 to get 30 years in Tier 4 Retirement, and who knows what’s beyond that but I do want to retire young so I have time to build that off-grid homestead.
but ultimately caught the bus in as it’s like negative one outside. Traffic is all jammed up heading downtown, I had to run like crazy through the State Capitol to the Bus Turn Around in about 5 minutes. Yesterday it was so bad that I missed the shuttle 
over to the suburban office building and had to catch the later shuttle. 
It’s fine, I didn’t have rush projects though I did have a busy day. I stayed and caught the later shuttle which was late because of a crash on the South Maul Arterial. Living up to its name. Today I caught the normal shuttle over but it was 4 minute run from the Capitol over to the bus turn around.
yesterday in the office by mid-day. It was so gag worthy in the bathroom, pretty sure it was sewer gas or maybe it just was a plugged drain or urine and poop somewhere it shouldn’t be but it was also wafting into my office on the other side of the building. 
I’m kind of used to the stink 
of the landfill and sewage treatment plant next to my suburban office 
but this was far worse. Good they fixed that though as I drink a lot of coffee, 
and with all that fiber from the carrots and veggies I eat, 
I find myself pooping a lot. 
though fortunately the one project we weren’t interested in was pushed to the end of agenda. Like usual I was pretty intimidated by the developer stroding around in his cowboy boots and western bull-riders style shirt, though I did like his big SuperDuty truck. Maybe I have too much respect for people who smell like cow crap, own land and burn their own trash. Or at least play that roll in my mind. I don’t know if it was one of the Hershberg & Hershberg engineers or somebody from Sandell Manfuacturing. AIt’s a funny world opposing development in the Pine Bush. On the way back, we got stopped by a Guilderland cop, as we got talking and Lynne didn’t dim her headlights for a passing car, but the officer was polite 
and sent us on the way after reminding us to dim the lights. Maybe we were targeted, Lynne said it’s the first time she’s been stopped by a cop in 40 years. It was dark and there were a lot of deer out there. 
after I drank through all the coffee in my peculator. 
I was up at 3 AM, flipping through Facebook, put on a podcast regarding Inside the Trump administration’s effort to reverse climate change policies. 
And thinking more about do I really want a Ford F-350 or not? It will use so much gas, 
and cost so much money forever gone, and soon enough to be run through the smasher and landfilled. 
I mean, it would be nice though to have a big, reliable truck based on solid, old fashioned technology, but even base SuperDuties have a lot of high tech crap in them. But on the other hand, I don’t drive to work. Maybe I should talk to AI about that.
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