Feeling pretty good once again. Waking up well, eating breakfast. If I could just hustle a little more in the house I'd be set.
Listening to Chickenfoot III because I worked out pretty hard last nite (tris, legs, chest, back) and all the negative intensity is out of me.
Reading Agent 6 still, at a 60-pg daily count, and it has taken some turns I wouldn't have expected at around pg 160. There are jumps in time now and next time I pick it up I'll be in 1980. They've skipped what, if any, relationship Leo had with the girls upon their return from the US and now he's been caught trying to get across the border, shot in the shoulder.
It's going to be day 2 of unofficial orientation and I continue to feel confident about my new position. "Outlook is good" is what my magic 8-ball would display.
It's not as warm as Tues & Weds, but it's mild for Feb. 2 years ago almost to the day, it was a blizzard and I was trekking to see Pop in his bed. That I don't need a wool hat exemplifies the contrast.
Thank you for reading.
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