For the better part of the last two weeks, my time after work hours has been spent, either doing more work for work, entertaining guests, communicating with family, or editing the massive number of pictures I took from Dragon*Con.
Just the other day, I finally finished the last of the pictures to edit, and have queued them up for eventual posting to the brog. My current assignment at work has begun winding down, and I’m no longer getting calls or emails at 10 pm, asking me to “make some quick edits,” and the matters concerning my family are a whole lot of waiting games, so there’s little sense in needing to fret for every other minute of the days.
That being said, I don’t know what do with myself anymore. It’s felt like it’s been so long since I had complete freedom to sit around and do nothing again. I stood around for a moment after I got home from work and went on my usual after-work jog and ate some dinner, wondering just what the heck I was going to do for the rest of the night. I mean, the possibilities felt a little endless, since I’m behind on wrestling, House of Cards, and there are things collecting on my DVR that I’ll eventually want to watch. I’ve got video games that I haven’t even touched that I’m debating on giving some attention to as well.