Is it Friday yet?!
WHAT a… just… months.
Tired. Can’t find anything in the house. Trials all day.
Wife is here! Yay to that. House is more fucked up than I expected. Boo. Apparently… some of the bedrooms don’t even have a vent… and when I say “some of the bedrooms” I mean The Master Bedroom… doesn’t have an air vent. ::le sigh::
Long confusing day of work will transition into a long hectic night of trying to unpack. Trying to unpack and figure out how much more of the house needs to be fixed/prepared. Aye aye aye. Always something, eh?
Well… fingers crossed, I guess. I have a bed… I will have internet/cable after the weekend… I have video games… I have my wife around. ALL GOOD THINGS. I’m… minimally capable of doing my job. THAT’S a good thing!
But… yeah. Lots to learn. Lots to do. I won’t be 100% okay until I’ve won a genuine trial case AND had visitors stay the night in my home. Those two are the final “Okay, this is home” items. Because.. winning a genuine case at trial will mean I know enough about my job that I’m not guaranteed to fail. And… a visitor staying the night in my home means I’m back to entertaining and hosting… very important elements in my family.
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