Wednesday happy hour

Just back from a rare Wednesday happy hour. A bunch of us went to Champps: me, Kelly, Carmen, Leanna, Paraag, Sam, John, Cassandra, Courtney, and several new people. It was a lot of fun. We hung out, joking around, talking. I had some chicken strips. Kelly teased me for occasionally looking up at the TVs to catch the Red Sox score while we were talking. I couldn’t help it. I’m terrible at dividing my attention. (But at least the Red Sox were losing.)

Spoke briefly to strausmouse this evening and then managed to walk right onto a Yellow Line train without having to wait so I was home at around 9:20-ish or so.

No mail of interest today.

Zeke was happy to see me when I got home, but I noticed he’d thrown up a little bit at some point in the day. He seemed fine, happy, active, so his problems from a few years back (when he would throw up and then have breathing problems) don’t seem to be an issue at the moment. I’m kind of glad I wasn’t home for it because I always get really anxious when he gets sick.

I’m beat. Don’t know why but I’ve been tired all day. I’m off to bed.

Published by Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Falls Church, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.