Quick note to self — You’re walking a dangerous path when you throw out “The Rock” as an interesting, remote place near the city for a retreat to your literal-minded boss. I’m about 86.9 percent sure she was joking when she shot back an email about being intrigued at the possibilites on Alcatraz.

I’m stocking up on raincoats and rubber cement.

Whilst not working on where my work “team” might bond and sleep and talk endlessly about strategy and tactics, I’ve been pondering living. As in, living with a roof over our heads.

At MINIMUM to get something comparable to what I sold, we’d have to drop another 100 Gs over what I charged. Fucking hell.

Probably we’ll just upgrade the rental for awhile, while M. builds his net worth working for the successful competition who lured him away from the little guy. (I’m figuring his new commute will get mighty old during the longer nights/shorter days to come.)