I saw the new "Indiana Jones" film on Memorial Day and left the theater thoroughly convinced that aging, while inevitable as long as something should exist on this earth, doesn't serve everything (or everyone) well. I'm not into spoilers, but I will say that I think everybody involved...Ford, Lucas, Spielberg and so on, and so forth, have lost their touch. Fine wine, my ass.
Anywho, I started my new shift at the ole j-o-b (justification of bills) and I think it's going to take a while for me to grow accustomed to waking up at 6:30 a.m. I'm used to falling asleep once my body decides for me that consciousness is no longer in the interest of maintaining life-supporting functionality. This used to happen around 3:30-to-4:00 each morning in the dark-room flicker of movies I'd probably already watched too many times already. Oh, the joys of night shift wage earning.
On the brighter side of things, I now work a "normal" schedule, meaning I get to use the freeway at the same time as the other 15-thousand or so people that work within the Sacramento city limits. Everyday, we further explore the great mysteries of sharing while practicing all sorts of improvised sign language and finger gestures-Awesome! Seriously though, that traffic is a bit of a pain in my shitslinger.
Speaking of awesome, if you get a chance to eat a gyro, I mean a really good one...by all means do. I had one out in the Bay Area this weekend and it was a yogurt-based, garlic-y, flame-broiled-lamb kiss from God. Well, at least that's how I saw it in my mind's eye that day. The point is that it was a pretty damn good gyro, and I think it's important that at least once-per-week, you eat something that makes you either very happy or break out in quasi-theological descriptive phrases. Just my opinion.
I'm sorry this post isn't the full-fledged magnum opus I tend to allow myself to get sucked into writing...But, I've got to get up really early, eat lambs and share the freeway with Sacramento. Talk to you later this week.