Sep 23, 2026: jitterized
So I woke up today in a foul mood. I'm constantly in motion. I'm constantly off to tackle this, or support that. And then I return home and another flavor of the same starts over again.
I've somehow shaped a life where I am both master and slave. Master in that very few are able to tell me what to do, and slave in that I'm compelled to live my life in service of others. I thought about making that metaphor more PC, but what does Personal Collection have to do with it anyway?
Anyhoo, I don't often stare at you in these class of images, and today......I was going through it.
And then?
I had a few things break my way and a few meetings were unexpectedly positive. Like shockingly positive. You've met people before - that's fewer and farer between that it should be.
The real magic of today though? I took a colleague visiting from out of town down the street and 'em at happy hour. I haven't jitterized someone in something like twenty-five years. That's a whole kid ago, son.
“jitterized”; Sep 23, 2026.
Take 2; Day 245, My father would come home, he would forget about the killings.
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