It could be worse. I could have gotten into an auto wreck, arrested, had a heart attack or been victim to some random crime or terrorist attacks as the television reminds us all. Honestly I don’t want to go to jail, end up paying a lot of money or be dead. Or fired from my job.

The bike is getting a new chain put on it after I got totally balled out at Steiner’s for not replacing the chain sooner and being unable to be replaced with a new crankset because in four or five months since the last replacement it’s too far gone and that the bike is garbage, I should buy the 2025 model. I took to Mad Dog and they say I probably should have replaced it sooner for peak performance it will be fine to put a new chain on it and keep going, I’ll have it back early in the week. I was angry as I tried to keep up on the service but a bike that needs a new chain monthly is not acceptable in my book. I guess I got to get my own chain breaker, chain slack tool and just start feeding it new chains every few months.

Then I found out I messed up a label job exports for work. I always do sanitity checks with assertions on my code but I have to get the print shop estimates of the count we need to print so 300 extra copies were printed of the mailing. The count estimates come before I get the actual list to process and check, and it’s annoying in that way. I’ve been so damn busy and I’m in the fog of war but I didn’t catch it until the code halted and I didn’t realize anything was wrong until the mail house called wondering when they would be getting the list. I had to apologize to the head directors and explain my screw up. At least the assertion saved my ass, it could have been a lot more money and waste and apology calls.

I made it up to Rennselaerville State Forest. It’s a beautiful afternoon but I’ve been so busy. I wish I was in Vermont but the bike chain needed service before I damaged the gears, apparently even worse. And I was so paranoid about getting into a wreck on the way up there or getting busted for a smoking a joint on federal land on Friday the 13th. And it’s going to be a nice weekend but already I have four data jobs to process on Saturday from camp and a campaign plan to review. Sigh, it could have been worse. But first let me make some black smoke, I mean a roaring campfire and have a smoke and enjoy this beautiful evening.