Holy crap. I have a half hour to crank out this blog post. Shit, I dunno what happens to all the hours of my day, but it does seem that every night, I am sitting up in bed writing my day’s post for this goddamn NaBloPoMo. Ugh. And John. Dude keeps nagging me throughout the night… as if I’d forgotten what I’d signed myself up for. Jesus, back off already! I’m very good with meeting deadlines.

So anyhow, today was go go go. I was back at the ranch for another business meeting. I rode a new horse today: Princessa. She was little– short and very round. Very different from my usual horses. To be honest, I spent the whole time so focused on talking and discussing biz development, I wasn’t even paying attention to my riding. I probably rode her like a total newbie. For one thing, I kept letting her get too close to S’s horse and then when I wanted to steer her a certain way on the trail, she just ignored me and did what she wanted. Hmph! The meeting itself went really well. For some reason, S is super impressed with me. Well, I guess I did spend a lot of time on that second brain dump email. He said his biggest challenge now is convincing me to stay on beyond the new year and to really make this a full-time gig. Ah, how I dream about such an arrangement… we’ll see. I gotta get my butt in gear to start pitching and selling. Gotta make that magic happen.

After the ranch, I headed up to my bud M’s house. She’s moving tomorrow. I am always amazed by how methodically she does things. Holy shit, her house was still fucking spotless, and she’s moving tomorrow. All the packed boxes were neatly stacked and labeled. I am an unorganized slob. I need to get my shit together. I just hide everything away. No wonder I can’t find anything. Ugh, I need a damn system! Help!

Yeah, so I was out of the house all day. Then, when I got home, I had to do more tech support for dad, plus review some rental applications, plus update his lappie and phone. Fuck, every time I do an OS update, the PC has to restart but then that cuts off my connection and he’s left the room already. Long story short, I updated his iPhone out of order, and the whole thing got fucked. Then I had to restore it, and ugh, dad is so slow with inputting usernames and data. And then after he input his password, he couldn’t figure out how to advance to the next page. He said there was no return/enter button. Ugh, 15 minutes later, I was so exasperated that I told him to just go to his dental appointment tomorrow, and ask someone there to help him. Seriously. But like daughter, like father. Ten minutes later, I called about something else, and he finally found the next button in the upper right corner. OCD is genetic, I tell ya. Finally, all his shit is updated, and I am beat.

My friend pinned this sign on Pinterest lately that read “Everyday I’m hustling.” Indeed. 10 consecutive daily posts, baby!