I've been at the opposite end of the scale most of the past week. I worked ahead proactively on something I hadn't yet been asked to do to avoid resorting to filing instead.

New York art-loving peeps might find this an interesting weekend diversion: [link]

A new baby over at Foal Patrol - born on Groundhog's Day.

It's a little dumb to be miffed that my hair isn't up on my salon's Instagram, right?

I over-identify with this, Jesse.

Boooo! I'm drinking rum and watching Brooklyn 99.

I'm watching hockey. I should get a beer at the next commercial break!

I'm getting things done, but damn. I probably should make time to figure out what can and can't be delegated, and then find even more time to train people on what can be delegated. But I think you see the problem there.

I just watched the launch of the heavy lift rocket and those booster landings were amazing.

I need to get up and go to bed, but I'm a toddler-style levels of "don't wanna you can't make me."

Gud, I cheered through the whole launch! When the Rockets landed right on their targets, it was Amazing! It looked like sci-fi.

It looked like sci-fi.

I know! Or the cover of every '50s rocket ship book.

a little dumb to be miffed that my hair isn't up on my salon's Instagram, right?

Eh, only in as much as insta is dumb.

Hoping tonight I sleep better than last night. Ugh.