Okay. I had the guts to go on work-related travel before the New Year, after the New Year, and even last week and this week. Difference between those trips: my wife was still here before and right after the new year. the last 2 trips was already wife-less. I am used to leaving her in the house and I never thought of her leaving me for a 2-month vacay in the middle of a pandemic.

Not sure if this is separation anxiety of some sort. I am panicking all over the place. I hate this feeling. I do not like it. I still continue regular exercise and even do breathing exercises.

Productivity. How do I get you back? I miss you so much. We are not even married. Is work the affair I cannot forget?

I definitely cannot afford a breakup with work. I want to rest more. I want to explore my creative side once again. I want to… I do not know. Maybe I should go back to that process of knowing.

Thought Parking Lot…again.

I used to update this blog regularly with whatever idea or thought stream was bugging me. It seems like a perfect time now; my brain feels like it’s ready to go on strike.

On the news:

Yes. It is election season again. I expect all sorts of posts on social media promoting personalities to continuously pop up on newsfeeds. One can note that this year is another test for this country– a memory test.

I see more than one name with doubtful reputations. Seriously, this country needs some screening. Can we screen them like they were applying for a job?

Thieves vs Politicians (the difference):

When thieves get caught, by a mob of angry people or by the police, they get the crap beat out of them. Once locked up, the wheels of justice slowly turn. Too bad they are not politicians. A degree, charisma and public exposure is what they should all aspire for.

When politicians get caught, or even sentenced, their fans take the role that their lawyers cannot do — make an ass out of themselves without getting paid. Their appeals go beyond what the courts can offer. It is funny how the same people that question existing court rulings are almost the same people wanting a return of the death penalty (good luck with that).


Working from home is still a challenge. Difficult to quit when you do not have to travel back from work. The chance to disengage is lower (but still not enough to make me miss bad traffic). You carry work thoughts all the way to bed.


I opened the Facebook app yesterday and the first thing I saw was:

  1. A friend/ colleague mourning the loss of a close relative

It was quickly followed by a:

  1. A friend/ colleague mourning the loss of a close relative

And it was quickly followed by:

  1. A friend/ colleague mourning the loss of a close relative

The next post I saw on the feed was…

  1. A friend/ colleague mourning the loss of a close relative

Algorithm or is it just more people are dying?

Army of One

A senior work colleague remarked that I am a “one-man army.”

I dunno. While I try to do what I can every little bit, I have this feeling that small armies can get slaughtered in a big war.

A work colleague shared an interesting image that looked like a graph.

It basically states that “YOUR BEST” can vary day to day, with peaks and valleys.

Maybe it is about time that I should try to be a little bit more self-forgiving. Hating oneself for each mistake can get tiring.