The remodel is now in full swing. Everything I own is coated in a fine layer of drywall mud dust. My continued failure to have opinions about every question is driving my wife and designer nuts. I feel bad for them both. I really wish that I could generate some sort of strong feelings about the relative merits of painting the sunroom in “Natural Wicker” or “Brandy Cream” but I simply cannot. Truthfully, I don’t think I could tell them apart on a bet. Unfortunately, we’ve reached the stage where I need to box up everything in one room or another virtually every night. This is going to cut into my poker playing. I think sometime in the next few days we will be tearing the old cabinets off the wall and then it all goes to hell.
On a positive note, I am now a certified Security+ expert, whatever the hell that means. I made a good faith effort to study, but I tended to glaze over and wound up playing a little poker when I got bored with the study stuff. I had four employees who needed to pass the exam and they formed a study group and spent hours and hours in review and preparation. I took one day to prepare and didn’t go to any review classes or take any CBT or any of that jive. I passed the test in 20 minutes (I was scheduled for two hours). I was in some danger of seeming like the pointy haired boss, so I think I have reaffirmed to them that I’m not a complete bozo when it comes to tech issues. I was actually sweating it because I had pretty much resigned myself to my certain failure on the stupid thing.
I’ll try to get my act together and post a summary of my March results and get the next installment of the big blind ramble up in the next few days. But I might choke to death on constructive debris before that happens.
