I made it through a couple busy days. I spent all morning today working on scheduling, working meetings around travel to Portland, arranging hotels, finding the right time outside of work for ARC classes, seeing friends, tying up loose ends.

When I revealed to K that I had read her published paper I had already discussed the ties of the subject to my father. She said that someone else had read it before going on a date with her before, and done some research beforehand on it’s background to discuss it. She commented on how I had a common name that one would have trouble finding on Google, but I told her I already had that market pretty well cornered having been around the internet longer and much more than any musicians or photographers with the same name. I quipped, however, that nobody was going to have read my essay on configuration management before a date. I’d be shocked if anyone I have ever dated has, actually. This takes us back ten years to M’s mother asking me if I’d date someone who wasn’t interested in computers.

Loose ends. I was so exhausted Sunday, and I thought my efforts related to M were failing. I think they have been successful, yet, there’s so much more going on, that likely helps it not matter. I sort through the people in my life and find awesomeness, more than I have time for. Part of me hopes I’m not manufacturing a new house of cards, but on some level I don’t really care if I do. Because it’s really enough at this point.

The future’s so bright, I’ve got to wear shades.