This morning's mediations included another good one, this time focused on not 'sweating the small stuff' and how counter-productive and unnecessary it is to get worked up about trivial minor inconsequential things like, get this, the printer not working. How targeted is this shit? Spot on. I get way too easily frustrated by things like (and including) the printer not working. It's complicated, as to why, and I think I understand the overall reasons I do so, including that it's just plain fucking stupid and a waste of time and energy. That's easy to say now but when the plates are spinning and the notifications are sounding and the inherent and incessant fingers are tapping impatiently on the imaginary counter in my mind, well, I get a wee bit cranky. Still, and I think I'm being fair, I've made a good deal of progress reducing those moments. In fact, when Jen was reading an article tonight about ways and measures to take to live a longer healthier happier life, many of those mentioned are actions I've been taking over the past few years. There's always room for improvement though. I recall a saying that when you squeeze somebody, what comes out is what's inside. I don't want that being who I am to my family, friends or colleagues. Anyway, the work day was fragmented, as I spent the AM running to the storage in RWC to meet w/David, our OPS "Director" (his quotes, not mine), which was mostly just about having an excuse to get out. I sensed he was going stir crazy and who can blame 'em. They guy's year has been far more trying than most. I won't go into it here but he's been through some physical medical stuff and come out on the other side. So I figured we'd make sure we had the storage trip tackled before EOY and get a chance to just talk to another human. That's something I want to do more of across the board. After that I grabbed and dropped supplies to my mom and even shared with her a sip of my Christmas present to myself - a 23yr old singe malt sherry cask aged scotch whiskey. It's pretty incredible. I have wanted to try it and denied myself long enough. I could buy two or three mediocre or even decent bottles with what this one cost but, well, I already have those. It's in the back of the cabinet and I'll keep it set aside for special occasions and when friends are able to come visit again. Tommy was gone most of the day and will be again tomorrow, so there's little going on there. Lauren took Lucky to Acadia to follow up on issues/concerns that appear in the end to be allergy related. I funded it for her out of her stash since it was seemingly a hardship for her mom right now. I've routinely sent some extra funds for holiday needs and I'm considering doing so again since this is the last year before they're on their own and I will likely not be able to do so again. I have concerns about 2021 for each of us. Lauren came, enjoyed the "Chicken Bake" even though it was a bit overcooked. I focused the evening on tasks and writing. I need to remember though, not to cave at 7pm when something sweet sounds appetizing. On a positive note, at Jen's suggestion, we're doing 3-walks a day w/the dog which doesn't replace my desired daily walk but it helps cover the fact that I'm not doing it as consistently as I'd like.