Off Friday
Oct. 10th, 2025 09:40 amThe high today should be 72℉ and it's currently a beautiful 58. I have my office window open to let in the air and light.

Today is my off-Friday. And in the pattern of slowing things down, I'm meeting and treating a (now) former coworker to coffee this afternoon. She retired at the end of September. I haven't actually seen her in person since before we all went home to work in March of 2020. I've seen her face online just a few times. Beyond that, we've texted sporadically. We clicked pretty well as soon as I started this job and were fast compatriots on the myopic idiocy of electing a fascist once (let alone twice) as well as the abject nonsense we watched happening during the height of the pandemic.
It'll be good to catch up.
Tomorrow evening is another friend group social event but the day and Sunday are my own.
And I have a to-do list that just keeps growing. Mulch to order and sheet mulching to do, plants to cut back, patios to clean, Halloween goodies to get.
More realistically, my pattern seems to be slowing down then speeding up to catch up on things that just keep getting away from me when I slow down. The seasonal changes wait for no woman.

Today is my off-Friday. And in the pattern of slowing things down, I'm meeting and treating a (now) former coworker to coffee this afternoon. She retired at the end of September. I haven't actually seen her in person since before we all went home to work in March of 2020. I've seen her face online just a few times. Beyond that, we've texted sporadically. We clicked pretty well as soon as I started this job and were fast compatriots on the myopic idiocy of electing a fascist once (let alone twice) as well as the abject nonsense we watched happening during the height of the pandemic.
It'll be good to catch up.
Tomorrow evening is another friend group social event but the day and Sunday are my own.
And I have a to-do list that just keeps growing. Mulch to order and sheet mulching to do, plants to cut back, patios to clean, Halloween goodies to get.
More realistically, my pattern seems to be slowing down then speeding up to catch up on things that just keep getting away from me when I slow down. The seasonal changes wait for no woman.