Sprung Has Sprang.

It's April. It's a Vegas month.

Very spring'y day today. It's like 80 degrees in the City which is unheard of in April. It's actually the same temp right now here as it is in Vegas. I stowed most of my warm pullovers, and pulled out all of my stored polos in anticipation of the April Vegas trip, now less than 3 weeks away. Temps for that weekend should be in the 80's day, 60's night - perfect. No jackets or sweaters needed.

Baseball opening day is today too. My Giants are most likely going to suck, if they break .500 this year it'll be an over-achieving team, but on opening day everyone is 0-0 and there's always the optimism of the first week. If nothing else it's a great time soaker watching many of the games the next 6 months, and having something to watch in Vegas doesn't hurt either. The Jints play every day during my trip.

I have finagled a deal to stay at my current job a bit longer too. I basically told them when I am going to work hours-wise, and framed it as COVID self-preservation. I sometimes fail to realize that I do have some power in this job, unlike so many of my past jobs where I was easily expendable. It at least may keep me from walking out which I was prepared to do. If this increasingly shitty job can get me through the summer that's enough, while I look leisurely for other opps. End of year even better. Don't want/need to take the first opp that comes along. Worst case they bounce me, I'm still OK for a few months.

Promptly gave up on the diet thing after about 3 days. Don't even care anymore. I'm the old, bald, chubby guy now. Fuck it. Still have enough fight in me to be dangerous on the playing field in the right circumstances. Those consisting of being in the presence of drunk horny tourists in a Vegas bar.

So things don't totally suck. A few more weeks of slogging through work, a few more boring hibernation weekends, then I can have a god damn mother fucking VACATION. Ya bish.