I was informed by the management company of where I rent that I’d have to move out since the owner of the property wanted to move back in.  The lease was up July 31st, but when I rented the place a year ago they made it seem like I’d be able to live there as long as I needed.  If I had known I could only live there a year, I would never have moved in there.  Now I have to find a place, pack, change my address again…all that garbage.  What a pain, and here I thought I’d be able to have a somewhat relaxing summer. 

Then there were a bunch of work issues I can’t go into here.  Add to that the usual buffoonery of certain people at work and you can see how it would be a trying week. 

I was going to go for a nice long run after work today, but I just don’t think I have it in me.  I’d much prefer to sit on the deck with a drink and a cigar, maybe have Frank playing in the background, and a book in front of me.

GBC