It’s yet another Friday. This one finds us at the front end of a heatwave, supposedly. It’s pretty steamy out there right now, at least here at work. I hear the beaches are contaminated. All the rain we had caused some waste runoff. Yet another one of the disadvantages to not living somewhere like, say, Bermuda, not that I’ve ever been there, so I can’t say for sure. I’ll be spending all day tomorrow in my New Agent Orientation class. It’s a requirement for LIBOR membership, which is the local board of realtors. I’m hoping to find out exactly what this all means for me tomorrow. I’m hoping to find out something, anything, to justify my spending all day on a Saturday in some class somewhere I don’t want to be. Plenty of things I’d rather be doing, especially after an extremely busy week at work. I should remind myself that some people actually do this real estate thing full time.

I’m finishing up my water before hitting the road. The metallic taste is still lingering. It’s annoying, but bearable. It might be time to mix things up a bit and start incorporating some iced tea into the agenda.

My home computer is acting up. I had a triple-boot configuration going. I think it proved to be just a little too much at one time. I discussed the situation with my techie friends at work, and they were scratching their heads. I have a way of making them do that. Somehow, I manage to discover new and exciting ways to make computers stop working. At least, I do that to my home computer. I’m pretty good at keeping my computer at work up and running despite endless adversity. The problem is, my home computer is the one I really care about. I’ll obsess over it until I fix it. Until then, it becomes a Zen exercise for me not to allow it to interfere with my life. I didn’t lose sleep over it last night, so there is progress being made. I’m pretty sure I have a corrupt Master Boot Record. Story of my life.