T Minus...3 Months.
3 months from today I will be in the Vegas. Slightly less depressing than being 4 months out!
The true rut really in place now. I do my Saturdays out but even those are becoming a little boring and predictable. Not much going on in the City - no shows or events I really want to see. Giants season underway but despite a sweep of the Dodgers this weekend they don't seem to have the spark we had last year. Dubs still in the playoffs but that's over in a week, hopefully with a title. Aside from those distractions it's just go to work, come home and veg online, rinse, repeat. My whole concept of "fun" now is wrapped up in a city that's 450 miles away.
Of course I'm "looking forward" to the September trip but it's hard to even think about a 3 month wait. It's the 2nd week of June now, early summer; it'll be fall and the first fucking week of the NFL season when I'm finally back. There are a couple 3-day weekends between now and then that I could sneak in a weekend trip but those just don't work for me anymore. Going through the hassle and expense of short notice flights and rooms only to be on the ground for 2 full days just isn't worth it. Last year when I had more of a financial cushion I could have done one but this year I'm going to have to stretch a bit just to have the $5.5-6K needed for September.
At least the job is good for now and I'm solid there. I don't have much stress or worry. I don't live paycheck to paycheck anymore. The heart continues to pump all the stuff it needs to, with the help of 6 or 7 drugs. So I'm not in a bad place, just a slightly boring one. At least I don't have a pesky GF or anything like that to worry about. Being completely invisible as a white, straight, bald, chubby male in San Francisco certainly has it's advantages there :/
So I endure the rut, and I pine, and I wait.
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