Puffination

It's been just over a month since I escaped my horrible, soul-sucking job at Conglomobank after almost 15 years of being terribly good (if I must say so myself) at doing something I desperately hated.  That's what a lot of people end up going through to make money, so I wasn't all that unusual in that regard.

What was unusual was that I always felt like a puffin in a seagull's nest there.  While everyone else was flapping and screeching for their daily french fry, I was just trying to keep my head down and cadge a paycheck twice a week until I found something else that seemed like a better idea.

After so much of my life's blood was sucked out of me, I decided that I'd had enough, so now I'm taking some time off, have finished a brand new play, and am trying to figure out where I go from here without being too overly planned about it.

All I have at the moment are some ideas about things I'd like to do.  One is go back to Scotland, which is a place I love more than anywhere in the world.  Another is keep losing weight, which is hard but which is a lot easier now that I don't have to sit at a pressboard bench for nine hours a day managing other people's egos and making a lot of old, pasty-assed white men more and more millions.

I will post more later, when I make this blog a bit more of a habit, but for right now I will just list some things I know are cool.  Puffins (obviously), Scotland (love), tabbouleh salad, new sneakers, air conditioning, articles of impeachment, the Cloisters museum, and the Lighthouse Family's "Ocean Drive."

More to come.

Dxx