Well, I’m a day late. My apologies.

I miss Laundry. I miss him when I’m alone, and I have no one to talk with. You might ask, “What’s the big deal? He never talked back to you?” He always responded in some fashion, be it stare at me with wide eyes, look away, meow,…there was always some reaction I could play off. If he didn’t think, as some might believe, I could at least assign him a personality and play off that. I never felt alone. Now, I’m the only life around at times. (We don’t have any plants. I would just end up killing them through neglect. I don’t have a green thumb in any fashion.)

The job search continues. I’m working on my best sales pitch to land me in a production house. Wish me luck in doing so in this troubled remote working time. I have skills, but I just have to have the strength to smile, talk well, and sell my skills. There are some other things in the works, too. I hope something is a mutual right fit soon.

What I’ve learned this week…hmmm… Being by myself is much harder than it was 17 years ago when I last lived alone.

Song of the week,…hmmm… I listened to Garbage, John Wesley Harding, and Gomez this week, among others. Quite a variety!

Weekly photo will return next week.