No ground lost and the scaffold deployed
Well that was a struggle today I wont deny, extremely groggy and flu like yet again but at least my toothache has gone. With Julie unable to work due to the chemotherapy its up to me to pick up the slack at the clinic which is fine, but I’m still not awfully comfortable with the whole laser hair removal if I’m honest. Still no luck on the bikini areas either but we live in hope…I’m joking…clearly, I’d probably run a mile at the sight of a big hairy growler first thing in the morning.
My side hustle with the tech side of things got a boost today as I helped a client set up his new PC and showed him how to streamline his workflow, I really enjoy doing that sort of thing and it still gives me a huge amount of pleasure when I finally hear the printer that “hasn’t been working in months” clunk into gear, even although my fingers always remain crossed as I click “Print”. It doesn’t matter how good you are with tech, printers still remain a mystery and frequently just stop working for no real apparent reason, I find the old “switch it off and back on again” technique still works the best if truth be told.
All in all not that much to write about really, oh actually, the last 24hrs marks my sixth full week at this cessation malarkey, can’t believe its been that long but at the same time it feels like bloody months, the paradox of multi substance abstinence and the time dilation continuum. Onwards and upwards though and we head in to day 43 (Dispatch 44) with spirits high and the old “Keep right on ‘til the end of the road” humming in my head'. I never bought into all that “We’ll meet again” war nonsense, poor men getting sent off to die in rich mans wars while being carefully manipulated into thinking it’s all for the common good, plus ça change eh. *sighs
The march to the wall continues unabated.
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