I don’t say this to brag, but one of the best things about freelancing is not having to set an alarm. I wake up when I wake up (which is typically before 6:30am, so don’t get too jealous). That also means my alarm is untested, so when I set it for 4:00am then 4:10am then 4:15am on Saturday to make sure I was up in time to make my 5:15am train to New York City for the NYRR Mini 10k, I did not know that the volume was turned to low which, combined with the ear plugs I put in since I went to bed early and the rest of the world did not, I missed the alarm, missed the train, and missed the race.
But not all was lost. This was not a goal race, but one I was supposed to run with two people who weren’t able to go anyway. Since I was still up at 5am, I gassed up the Jeep and drove down the shore to put my butt in a beach chair and hang out with friends in Cape May then Wildwood. That was the first of two days of a long, fun (though sweaty) weekend, that also included on Sunday watching a half marathon (which is where that dinosaur is from) and my dad’s baseball game.
I barely even thought about work, which is the sign of a great time. I’m still tired. More coffee? Please?
A reader also informed me that I had the wrong link to my #muckedup chat about freelancing in last week’s newsletters. Here’s the right link. Thanks reader!
What I’m Reading: I’m just about done A Guest at the Shooters’ Banquet by Rita Gabis. Very heavy – but important – book.
What I’m Watching: Finally into the final season of Gilmore Girls: The Final Frontier. #teamlogan, though I reserve the right to change that opinion as the season progresses.