As I lie here on my bed, my eldest child’s cat lying asleep next to me (I’m the perennial second choice; she’s currently out with friends) watching another too-short weekend come to a close, I feel kinda hung over (I can’t say I had *nothing* to drink Saturday evening while we sat and watched Veronica Mars series 4, but certainly not that much…) due to seasonal allergies and the medication I take to address them, I think about things.

Reflect, even. I reflect on the fact that I got a decent amount of things done this weekend. I paid the bills, did the shopping, washed a bunch of laundry, made some decent meals, hiked/power-walked ten miles through the woods along the river, and, he-says-with-significant-pride, fixed the loose door on the dryer.

I didn’t manage to get the fish tank cleaned the way I’d have liked, though while out buying cat food, I talked a woman out of buying an angelfish to drop into her 20 gallon tank full of neon tetras; as that way lies sorrow and madness, primarily for the neon tetras, who would quickly become cichlid feed, though also for the angelfish, who, within a few months will be the size of a cereal bowl (rather than the cute little quarter-sized baby he is now) and will be stuck in a too-small tank; I call that a win.

I also never got around to recording the power-pop guitar lines I hear in my head for “Hello, Friend”, but I’ll get it there this week, I think. I’ve almost got enough tunes almost in the can that the theoretical record is kind of coming together. I can almost see the end of the track list – I *think* it’s going to come in around ten songs, plus maybe a demo or two if they fit (I’ll see about sticking that stuff up for sale/name-your-price online eventually, but I want to get this record done first. After wrapping Stranger Things this week (which started slow, but ended very strong), my tune about Eleven in season two that certain friends really dig is getting added to the docket; it’s largely an acoustic jam anyway. Stay tuned.

As I look toward the week to come, it looks like I shall indeed (after conversations with my boss on Friday) soon be transitioning into the requirements/budget slot and away from being the electronic data interchange program manager, in part because I’ve spent the last two of three years working to make that job soon irrelevant, and I’m better than anyone else at this whole acquisition thing. We’ll see what happens, but I have a few more packages to knock together this week for other departments, and this other pain in the ass one that got trashed at the pre-review through no fault of mine (though it felt like it) to salvage. It’ll be a change; and a gradual one at that. I hope it’s going to be a good one.

Otherwise this coming week, besides the things I talked about above, I need to get another load of crap over to the second-hand shop, keep my fitness routine going, and I’ve got a corner of the house stacked with old equipment and documents I need to clear out; it’s starting to irk me.

…but right now, I’m going to raise a toast to all my friends (of whom there are many) setting up tents in Western Pennsylvania for the Pennsic War, which I’d love to pop into someday, but I honestly can’t see adding the SCA to my pile of hobbies any time soon, pet the cat some more, take my nighttime medicinals, and brace for another week as a goddamn professional.