A Porter for me, barkeep.

So I got a new job as a Proposal Writer for a transportation telematics company.

Started on Monday. By 2:PM I was working on a major project.

Delivered the project today. Two days ahead of their optimistic schedule. Reviewed it with my stunned boss, who wants me to make two minor edits, add in some verbiage from Legal, and then print it and send it out. Three days before the deadline... a deadline that they were all sure they were gonna miss.

So yeah. I think I'm kinda setting the right tone in the new gig, if I do say so myself!

Also finished up my writing contract with another company by delivering a couple of Customer Case Studies to them. (And got a check from them as well! Woohoo!

Also demolished the bathroom, my bedroom wall, part of the ceiling, moved the entire storage room to ... well ... everywhere else in the house where we could shove anything, and then will get to work on demolishing the two walls of the storage room. The city came out and spray painted markings on our driveway and lawn about where the underground sewer and water lines run.

So I am comfortably ahead of schedule on the REPLUMB THE ENTIRE HOUSE project. The Plumber arrives Monday to start the heavy work trenching in the yard and digging up old pipe.

Drumming my fingers on the table waiting for Men's Wearhouse to have a sale so I can go in and buy my wedding tuxedo.

Sold my motorcycle to a good friend. (A Suzuki Intruder 1400.)

Now I have the cash to get the bike I want (a 1970's era BMW R-bike... R75s, R100rs, R60/5, etc), and FOUR different ones that I like and can choose from.

And so life continues to be incredible ... amazing ... full ... entertaining ... exhausting ... distracting ... frustrating ... and ALIVE.

It's all good, baby. All good.