Post workout, rushing to get out of there so that I could get back to work to resume....what, working? Apparently not as I am blogging this critical event in my life here. Plus, why hurry back? The Nevada Legislature and our fantastic new governor may soon sink my entire ship here at this venerable institute of learning. And then what will I do? Move to Texas, Cambodia, or San Diego?
But wait, perhaps there is a glimmer of hope in this filthy village. We have showing number one for round two of the short sale debacle that has wrapped our lives around the trainwreck that was and remains the housing boom gone horribly bust for the last four years. Maybe we will get a buyer, get into a less expensive rental, keep the tenant in our condo paying on time, and begin to live life again. None of this will happen if this job goes away...but then again this desk is a freeway to a heart attack or stroke within the next dozen or so years, so why would I want to remain anyway?
And my iPhone was a grip slip away from cartwheeling into the toilet at the 24 Hour Fitness in south Reno, under a gray, spring sky with new snow on the mountains in mid-May 2011.
Monday 16 May 2011
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