Reborn As An Early Retiree, I Now Wander America’s Costliest City: Volume 1, Chapter 7

 

WHAT’S ON MY MIND

I'm a little melancholy today, believe it or not. Yesterday I received a calendar notification that today is Terri and Torrie’s birthdays. I still fondly miss my little girls, mostly because they gave me more love than any human ever did.

WHAT SACRED TEXTS I READ

• Fly Me To The Moon, Volume 23
• Virgin Love, Volume 3
• We’re New At This, Volume 16
• The San Diego Reader

Read what? The Reader is a convenience store staple that keeps you informed of all things happening in the big city that The San Diego Union-Tribune doesn’t report. 

That also includes one of three bonkers legal notices posted by someone that’s two cans shy of a six pack. Per a Google search, this person may or may not be acquainted with the Department of Justice. Ara ara!

WHAT I LISTENED TO

The latest New Heights podcast. It’s refreshing to listen to the Kelce brothers speak with Deadpool’s language filter, as I sometimes do. 

WHERE I WENT

A watch repair shop to replace the Victorinox's battery. 

WHAT I WATCHED

Train To The End Of The World is like Akiba Maid War, a dark comedy that punches well above its weight but is sadly overlooked by the masses. The best way to describe it is to imagine a writer is told to create a post apocalyptic world featuring a wireless network gone amok and cute anime girls, but drops acid before they write the script. 

If that were true, it would explain the insane stuff I’ve seen so far like people that become living hosts to mushrooms or turned into talking animals. This anime makes me look forward to Monday afternoons.

WHAT I ATE

Sliced and seasoned andouille sausage with steamed vegetables. It was scrumptious, but my arteries would prefer I don’t eat that on the regular. 

WHAT MADE ME LAUGH

I’m still amused that my Sense 2 wants to know how I feel at the most inappropriate times. 

WHAT I BOUGHT

Yet another pair of ASICS sneakers. All eyes will be drawn to its vibrant blue but they’re strictly for my indoor workouts. 

WHO’S IN SLAP COURT THIS WEEK

The defendant: John Doe, a third party company tied to a previous employer.

The crime: I’m now enrolled in credit monitoring for the next two years, and my credit reports are marked “Fraud Alert” with all three bureaus. You can probably figure out from those clues what happened.

The punishment: San Quentin. If California ever brings back the death penalty, that’s where the sentences are carried out. 

WHO DESERVES A FIST BUMP

The benevolent owner of the aforementioned watch repair shop. He’s a wonderful conversationalist, and I’ll gladly refer him to family and friends. 

WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED IN GRAN TURISMO 7

I earned my Master Super License on Wednesday, but I didn’t have the patience to pass every driving test in International - A or the Super License categories with a Gold level time. I settled for Silver, but after I received my MSL I’ve since retaken those tests. As of this writing, I’ve achieved Gold in all but the Super License Final Exam.

Why would I torture myself like this every afternoon and evening since Monday? Free cars, like this glorious 1988 Porsche 962 I earned for all Golds in the International - A license tests. It doesn’t turn laps like today’s hypercars that will compete at Le Mans next month, but it’s 200+ mph of barely harnessed mayhem.

Yeah, I’m smitten.

WHAT’S UP WITH MY HEALTH

Is it a head cold? Is it seasonal allergies? All I can tell you is that I was desperate enough to pop a Claritin two hours before bedtime last night to get my first full night’s rest since midweek. 

On the flip side, I weighed myself a day early and lost 1.8 pounds this week.

WHAT’S UP WITH MY WRITING

The John Doe situation meant surrendering two writing days to stress and anxiety, and the blog ate up additional writing time. I’m surprised I got anything done this week, but now I’m quite pleased with the first eight chapters of my novel.

I shall play hooky from my novel for another day and resume editing tomorrow.