Perks

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I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go for lunch today, so I just kept driving until I ran out of land. It was fun.

That’s one of the perks of being a divorcé with no kids, no pets, and a burglar alarm. You can leave your house at 9:00 in the morning and not get home till midnight, without having to be concerned whether anyone else will worry, starve, shit themselves, complain, or otherwise react in any way whatsoever.

I think I wrote about this once before, fifteen or so years back, but I can’t be bothered to look for it to create a link right now.

A good Friday, all in all

It’s been a very productive day off for me. I’ve gotten caught up on many administrative and financial sorts of things I’ve been procrastinating over, including my taxes–but sadly, not Mom’s, as they’ll require an actual CPA this year–and assorted bill payments and filing. This is nice because it will allow me to spend a good chunk of the weekend doing things I actually want to do and might even enjoy.

For those who keep up with such things, my house in Winston-Salem is back on the market. You can see pictures here and if you’re really interested, I can send you the listing. Three showings in as many days. That seems like good momentum, but we’ll see. I still love that house, but it’s the last little bit of a period in my life that needs to be over now so I’m anxious to let go of it. Losing the mortgage payment will have a certain charm as well.

Thank you, Christians…

…for this long weekend that catches me by surprise every year. Since I’m a nonbeliever, I never know exactly when it’s Easter until something suddenly reminds me I don’t have to go to work on Friday.

That said, I’m still not at all pleased about that whole “religious freedom restoration act” thing, so if you guys could help take care of that before you leave tomorrow, that would be great.