The new job that I started last Halloween has been good. Good place, good people and shorter commute by far (fucking Atlanta traffic 🤢).

There are issues on occasion, but that happens no matter what you do or where you go.

Life is often about degrees. Even the Disney animators that worked on Snow White (and other classics) hated their jobs, once in a while.

I hope that I’m making a decent impression. I’m know I’m old, weird and partially feral after all these decades. It’s safe to assume that I manage to put my foot (if not part of my leg) in my mouth on a regular basis.

I’m often more comfortable with doing than taking.