38 Days of Waking up Without a Job

Waking Up Without A Job
Waking up and not having to go to work was a joy back in the college days.  Having a week or two weeks or longer to "do whatever" is something many people look back on fondly.

Mortgages, cars, kids, dogs, bills, etc. seem to change that notion, that calm excitement of waking up without a job.

You have a nice piece of meat.  When finished you look at the bone.  If it were 20,000 years ago we'd eat that, too.  Even a hundred years ago we'd beat it with a stick and suck out the marrow.  Now we throw it to the dog...who is thrilled.  

Today I feel pretty good.  Not having a job does not start off the day necessarily well.  On the other hand were situational garbage a bone, which it is, I, like a dog, would be quite happy.  I am.  It's like being back in college but not having to go to class or write any papers.  This is good.

I'm going to work on my bone.  There is lots of flavor (and opportunity) left in what others discard. 

SAT is a busy day.  SUN is a beekeeping day and 3/5ths of next week is a road trip, but mobility is key and I'm going to focus on some Amazon Web Services products and talk with the Bush Foundation grant contact person MON.  The resume has been posted and distributed.  There are a lot of bones about.