Fatigue

[dallasj]

Movers tomorrow. I am ready for peace, and some space in this house which has been full of boxes the last few weeks. We faced off a little again tonight, over property again. The old chestnut: 'at least I didn't do X horrible vindictive act, like other people might'. That's not generosity, it's basic human consideration. Ready to finish things

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[dallasj]

This day was something. I had work at 3, my last day at Walgreens. They finally eliminated the MGT position and I bailed with a nice severance based on tenure. The movers were there when i left, wheeling stuff out and it's SNOWING. Work is fine, I dont think there was anything special there for me, and I get home and IT IS EMPTY! What a feeling, literally a dream come true. I fucking burn my blue shirt in a can on the back porch in the ice. A page turns, full on.

[dallasj]

It took a minute to remember, but Mighty Fine Tracey is a guy I met at probably at walgreens. His main phrase was a very friendly, satisfied sounding "miiighty fiiine" in his gentle voice.

[dallasj]

The following week, I had lunch with Josh and his now-wife Linda at cafe brazil. I had a spinach salad while we caught up. I would have gone to his mom's funeral, but the next day I flew to Vegas for a week. It was a fun visit.