In 35.5 hours I will be home. No wait, dammit. 37.5. Sigh. It's okay. It's close enough. Close enough I can taste it. I have a show Saturday and right now I am on the fence if I am going. I want to go because I haven't seen anyone in weeks, but at the same time, I will be exhausted from traveling all day. I am going to play it by ear and see how I am doing when I get off the plane tomorrow.
Yesterday went well. I originally scoped this project at roughly 80 hours. As of the end of day yesterday, I was at 76. Granted they only paid for 64, but I knew what this project would take. I came within 4 hours on my scope. Shows that I know what I am doing. By yesterday afternoon we were all in a more casual mode because we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I honestly am not sure what we need to do today except maybe some final tweaks. I am cool with that.
Came back to the room around 4 yesterday, fell asleep for an hour. Talked to B throughout the day. Around 6 I walked over to this local sandwich shop. Holy crap it was good. Good enough I will go back tonight I am thinking. I have been eating some GREAT food this week. Yesterday for lunch we went to a burger place similar to the one by my house, but with an even broader selection of good burgers. I had the lamb burger which was out of this world.
I just noticed the difference in my writing this morning. I am like happy, verbose, and feeling good. Maybe because I slept well? No. Because I am almost fucking home...
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