Friday, Friday.

I thought today would be so busy, with four out of my six staff people out of office, but it was a remarkably slow day after pure insanity on Thursday with work despite having most of the staff in yesterday. Accidentally clicked on an unknown button in system today, and sent a big job to an unknown printer down stairs until one of the programmers told me what I did. Nice day, pretty mild outside but I was still tired by mid-afternoon despite all the hours of sleep I got last night. Maybe I do have Lyme. Riding home after work, and weather dependent, I might go to Five Rivers after dinner or maye not.

Truth is I survived another week. Both relieved and exhausted. Its been a tough one. I know most of it is in my mind, but still. I was filled with so much joy after that weekend in wilderness, and it felt so good having fires , listening to crickets in hammock, smoking some grass, and camping, but then it was back to reality. 13 years isn’t that much time, but I am reminded in meantime, I’m still stuck in New York with all the liberals and greenies. Maybe I’m just so confused in my mind, and what I really need and want is a 4K television and vinyl siding, with maybe some grid-tied solar panels on the roof, organic food and Prisus, but no, not really. I am not planning on bringing my laptop home, and no I don’t have Internet at home except for my phone. Yeah, I’m severely mentally ill, because I don’t want that suburbanite crap.

I don’t care that much about my critics. They can take their crap and ram it up their ass. Next week, hopefully it will be nice. Maybe next Saturday hike in the Catskills and then camp. Or I could go out to Central NY and kayak the Sangerfield River and ride road in Charles Baker or the trails at Alfred E. Woodford. I don’t know what roads are open in Vermont. Who knows, there is a lots of options even if the black flies are out. And just fuck you.