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Wednesday, July 27 2016
I'd stayed up late working on a web development side project and today my workday kept being interrupted by two other side project clients. Where were all these people back in February when I needed work? Between that, landlord tasks at the brick mansion, and household chores, I have almost no time to relax these days, and it's probably not healthy.
At some point this afternoon, Ray, Nancy, Nancy's sister Linda, brother-in-law Adam, nephew Jonah, her mother, her father, and the dog Jack all descended at once. They sprayed on bug repellant and then hiked to the pool at the end of the farm road and swam. I said hello to everyone and even helped Jonah find something to play with, but mostly all I did during their visit was work up in the laboratory. Later Gretchen went to Woodstock to participate in the Wednesday Farm Festival (which, for her, is mostly about eating falafel and communing with friends). I worked through that too, though when Gretchen returned, she brought me a falafel sandwich, which is delicious no matter how old it is.
After work, I tried to relax in the bathtub, but I could hear Gretchen watching teevee two floors above me, and I couldn't disappear fully into my own thoughts. She was watching President Obama giving his speech at the Democratic National Convention, and it sounded like he was doing a damn good job of it. Gretchen later commented on Facebook that he'd "killed it," to which I replied, "yeah obama killed it like a drone flying over yemen!"
I couldn't even relax after I'd gone to bed. Ramona and Neville kept charging out through the pet door to accost various wild animals, which they'd pursue into the forest and then menace with vicious barking for long intervals.


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