Today was kind of a big day.
I had intended to run at lunch, but my boss came by my office this morning and:
Kramer-like Weimer enters the cluttered space occupied by Mike S. and Jay A. both are apparently working hard and listening to tunes on headphones...
Boss: Mpjme aurav lmnve?
Jay looks up, removes headphones
J: Hey Paul.
Boss: Hey Jay, are you available for lunch today or do you have something else going on?
J: I need to run.
Boss: All right.
MikeS: Check out my Mastodon...
MS: I'm working on a Camel too.
MS: Do you think it had a hump?
Boss: What does the literature say?
MS: Soft parts...rot...
J: It's a North American Camel. We're presenting it to 8th graders. It has a hump.
Boss: Sounds good.
J: I can do lunch.
Boss: You sure?
Boss: I have to skype, when I'm done, lets go.
Paul and I discussed lots over lunch. Nuggets. Children. Broncos. Eagles.......moving.
A big problem with my relocating to Bolivia is that the project I am working on with Paul and Mike (and Leo, and Chris, and Ben) will not be finished before I leave. I can get it closer and we'll probably have only a couple vignettes left, but it won't be finished. Even with the videos done, the Flash still needs to be ironed out. It's a bit more work: 5-12 months. Nataly wants to be in Bolivia in January.
At lunch today Paul and I were able to get to the point where we could say, "This has obvious consequences." To one another. That is good. Tomorrow I'll suggest he pays me when a product gets delivered. The money he has to pay me will last longer and it will help me stay sane in a land where I am a stranger.
Today's run really had little remarkable. Boulder Resevoir. 7 Miles. Easy. There was a giant white wading bird. I expect it was a Great Egret. It was far away. A quarter of a mile?
I don't know why, but I've always had a sort of superstition regarding birds.
A bird smacks your windshield: bad luck. Seeing somebody like this in Colorado though is worthy of consideration. Enough...
I wanted to run with Holmes when I got home for a couple more miles, but my ankles grumped at me as I stepped out of the car so Jackson didn't get a run tonight. That's ok, he's been licking at his paws a bit more than I like - maybe they're irritated. My paws are from running with him. Tomorrow I'll run at lunch in my Green Silence shoes, and hopefully when I get home I'll have something left for Homey.
Thanks for reading,