Thursday, April 9, 2020


    The business meeting felt like a crawl through razor wire this morning and now I feel like I am being punished. I got turned up for the trip to Japan for the annual programmers'' forum to someone with less than a year out of college. She has not even completed her internship but the Chip is still pissed at me for this weekend. I told him after that stunt it would be a regular gig to the property and we were even considering moving there on full-time bases. I know that is an empty threat as of right now. Cassy just started a new contract with her recent label and we have to stay somewhere near Nashville. It shut him up quick enough. Chip just said things were getting bad with a resurgence of MERS and it had managed to spread quickly this time. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    I also got a call from Wes for a cancellation of our typical COD night Friday. His unit has been activated and ordered to report for muster. When I asked he said he was not allowed to comment. If there was nothing on the news, then there was nothing to tell. I hate to see him going out again.


    Danny started running a fever after we got home but it should not be anything to worry about. It was relatively well controlled with Motron. I am sure he will be fine. He was just as his irritating twelve-year-old self when I left. God, was I that moody as a child? I hope not, if so I feel so bad for my parents. Maybe getting him out of the city and into some open air and off the damnable twitter will do him some good. God, I hate social media. This weekend can''t get here quick enough.