If it’s Sunday, and I feel like resurrecting an old standard, it’s recap day.
To help the number of people who are slowly returning to the site after learning I’m posting again (I think we may be up to 3 by now), I’m dusting off an old feature.
For those who are interested, you can easily review my week’s posting by scanning through quick summaries.
Also, before anyone gets picky, I know the title says weekly, but I’m starting off by recounting all of the July stuff.
Anyway, now we return to recap.
Early Independence Day, July 4, duh, I took an early morning pause to outline some feeling about flying on a national holiday where security restrictions automatically get tighter. Also I needed to maintain my tradition of not really sleeping before riding on an airplane (for fear of missing a flight, not for concerns about cruising at hundreds of miles an hour, several thousand feet aboard the landscape).
On Monday, July 9, I share some of the starker differences between Texas and Wyoming… and try to collect my thoughts together before starting a full day of work even though I’ve already been up roughly eight hours).
Tuesday, having had a little more time to decompress, I detail a couple more encounters I had on my first day back, and personal pleasure about the lack of humidity.
Early Wednesday I was spent time I should have use to sleep to catch up on headlines I had missed the previous week. My lack of judgment derived through sleep deprivation was further underlined by a questionable post that positions: While we shouldn’t do this, can we also admit there would be some benefits to attaching the death penalty to white-collar crimes?
On Thursday staring at my hands produces a personal revelation, and further introduces what I hope to become a standard feature. Appearing for the second time only, “Random confession of the Week,” comes closer to being canonized. After all, following the old saying: “The first time it’s new, the second time it’s a repeat, the third time is a tradition.”
Domestic chores, and the heat, start to cut into my schedule Friday, though I end up taking refuge in repetitive, childlike lyrics. Thanks T-Rex.
To come: Notes from vacations, a bit on the boy wizard and frank talk about flash floods and wildfires, or as I’ve called it lately, the weather.
