So rich, they don’t need (more) money
I think I should go to bed early. Actually, that’s been the feeling since dawn, but there was a work day in between. I’m laying the blame on my sore eye (the distracting one). And the heat, but that too shall pass.
The dog is home, acting as tired as me. Does pain make one sleepy? He’s not saying much, and those neatly shaved points on his legs cit hint that the alien thing might be more real than he imagined.
Just had a question about the technical requirements for hosting a Minecraft server on the machine downstairs. Apart from my having no idea, I realize that the computer and network requirements around here are “growing”.
The city is preparing for a big visit. Madonna is in town, tomorrow, along with fifty thousand friends. Good thing I have no reason to head up the hill. I wonder if we’ll hear anything at home. It worked for Moby.
In the world of sports (the professional, paid variety), the hockey talks have been recessed. Think about it: two parties, both so rich that they can seriously envision not working for a year. Shows how far their world is from mine. I did a quick calculation this afternoon, and I may be within five hundred shifts of retiring. My pension payout, per year, wouldn’t pay for more than a couple of minutes of ice time for one team. And no, I do not envision taking a year off, just for the fun of it.
I’m now watching TV on a cellphone, by choice.
