It was a relatively uneventful week, other than a pair of delicious meals that effectively bookended the working chunk. I was confused enough on Monday to think it was Saturday, though, so it goes to show you that days of the week start becoming a bit nebulous once they don’t actually affect your life very much. Or I’m just very forgetful.
Or both. Why not both?
- The first meal, on Tuesday, was a going-away dinner for one of my old coworkers. I was pleasantly surprised to be invited, and had a good time chatting with all of my old teammates. The steak wasn’t bad either. (It was delicious.)
- The second meal, on Friday, was at the local Tex Mex place I frequent. I got a platter full of meat with caramelized onions, avocado, and all the taste. It was also delicious.
- In the middle, along with last weekend? So much Planetside 2. So much. According to this page, I started playing this past Sunday or Monday (the graph is a bit unclear) and have already put 61 hours into the game. That’s… a lot of game. It also doesn’t count the several hours I’ve spent on alternate characters. I wrote about it here. Yesterday I could feel the game starting to get a bit stale… but then I convinced one of my old coworkers to play Friday evening, and we both had a great time together, and that renewed my excitement. We’ll see how long it lasts.
- Alongside the videogames (well, mostly the one), I finished reading John Kessel’s The Moon and the Other. I should write a “Here’s a Book Thing” about it, and I may, so I’ll just say that I enjoyed it quite a bit. What on the surface looks in some ways like a reaction to The Handmaid’s Tale isn’t, really. Also, those two books one after the other was a bit of a weird coincidence, given their exploration of gender roles… but I picked up the Kessel almost entirely based on the cover.
- I suspect my back is just going to hurt me a bit every morning from here on out, but at least it’s not the acute pain I was experiencing the last few weeks any more. Small blessings and all that.
Lastly, this is not really something specific that happened, but: every time I left the house, I realized how little I leave the house now. I am definitely not an errand-a-day sort of guy; if anything, I bundle them up and do them all at once, then stay home for two or three days before venturing out again. This was helped by the fact that I didn’t get a rotisserie chicken from Walmart even once this week, which usually puts me on the road for a couple of minutes every morning. It seems a little strange, as someone who spent at least some time in the car every weekday since I was sixteen or so. It’s a small but significant change to the rhythm of my life.