It is Friday; a day that, by its very nature is almost always a good day.
Today was no exception. Except that it was an exceptionally good day. I accept that except for a few exceptions, today was exceptional, which is not the exception, except in a few rare exceptions. So, except for exceptional exceptions (which I accept), expectations were high for an exceptionally non-exceptional day, which is in itself exceptional.
It was also hot. It hit 103 today (37.78 C). I found this out the hard way. I have been putting in a lot of hours at work lately so rather than take lunch today, I thought I’d just go sit in my car for a few minutes, recline the seat, and listen to a little quiet, contemporary jazz. Perhaps you’ve heard the expression “hot jazz”. Well, I’m here to tell you, today’s jazz was smoking hot! It is hard to fully appreciate Boney James or Tom Scott or Richard Elliot or Gerald Albright while slowly cooking evenly on high heat.
I turned on the air conditioning and that made for some cool jazz … but it definitely turned the guilt knob all the way up to eleven. It is hard to relax while extravagantly and obscenely wasting the earth’s precious resources. So, I heaved a heavy sigh, turned off the jazz and the air conditioning, and schlepped back across the lava-like parking lot and back into work. I sat in my fabric-covered box and worked on obscenely complex spreadsheets.
To think I once upon a time considered becoming a jazz musician.
But … hey …. spreadsheets are cool, too. Like jazz, they tend to be free-form and highly improvisational.
Except jazz is jazzy.
Spreadsheets are .. well … not.