hot dog
I forgot my Soylent this morning, but we had time to swing by Taco John’s for a burrito. When we first left the restaurant, my car hadn’t realized we completed our first stop and tried to route us back, so I took over and got on the Interstate. As we made it down the road, it tried to steer me to the offramp, so I took over again. I didn’t realize it was trying to avoid a wreck further down the road. It wasn’t until we passed our last opportunity to exit that I realized traffic ahead was stopped. We waited, stopped, for nearly an hour due to a truck that was completely on its side.
We eventually made it to work and it was the talk of the town. They wanted to know if I had any produce, but everything was cleaned up by the time we got there. We got straight to work, more or less with a plan, though it wasn’t until the afternoon that things really kicked into gear.
It was super nice out by midday, so we went to Sonic out of order for some daylight. It was super windy though, and not gusty, but straight-line winds just constantly trying to blow our stuff away. We ate and got back to work where I buckled in and made some more network changes.
By the end of the day, I had one printer moved to the new subnet. Janice noticed while I was in the middle of it, because apparently I hadn’t opened up enough ports. That was good, though, because it led to more discovery. At the end of the day, working slightly late, I felt like I finally understood.
I was subnetting.
We made it home pretty quickly after that. The sun was going down and I had a load of stuff to bring inside. We worked quickly to get a short run in before Summer got home. I also had to start some charcoal to grill some hot dogs for the chili that Summer had in the slow cooker. We finally hit the road and it was dark the whole way, but we only did a couple miles. We stopped briefly to see my parents, then arrived back at the house just as Summer was getting me plugged into the charger.
The grill never really got hot, but I went super short on coals. I wasn’t excited about Ballparks anyway, because I told Summer very specifically that I wanted to get some really nice, high-quality smoked sausages to go with the chili. In the end, it was all the same vegetable soup-looking stuff she always makes. I wasn’t even going to say anything, but she pried an argument out of me somehow. I could tell she came home moody, but there was nothing to do about it.
We finished eating and I cleaned up, then cleaned up some more, and then cleaned up even more. We didn’t watch VisionQuest, but the cleaning felt better.
You’ve missed the entire purpose behind your own actions.