No, not that Geneva.

Geneva, New York, nestled alongside Seneca Lake, which is one of the finger lakes.

I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m going to visit my friends Paul and Shannon for a couple days. Then on Friday I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m heading down to DC to visit my friends Chris and Joanne and others, and even play a soccer game with my former over-30 team.

I will also try to hook up with Matt Curry and buy one of his paintings (with imaginary money).

No Tent, Not a Problem

My plan requires no tent. So forget I even mentioned the tent dilemma.

New Client

I met with a new client this morning to discuss some work building templates for a front-end system. They want the templates by Friday. I agreed to do the work because I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m foolish poor ambitious.

It’s not that exciting, but it’s money. And I made sure to say I can’t do any work after this week, because I do not have the time to get invested with another client. Well, unless it’s a really, really cool and awesome client.

Do you see the conflict here?

At first, I thought my travels and the job were not going to play nicely (and perhaps that will turn out to be true). But I reasoned that I had the rest of today, and tomorrow morning. I also have all day Thursday while my friends are at work/school. And I can probably squeeze in some hours on Friday morning.

Should make for a relaxing week.

I had dinner recently with several woman from ITNS – “the nurses,” as one friend coined them. It was the first time I had met most of them.

The woman I had met with previously thought I was 24. I was flattered, of course. Another woman, whom I email a lot about updates, thought that I was much older, given the tone of my emails. She thought they seemed more mature. So she guessed I was in my late thirties. Not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.

I guess I look young, but sound old?