This was a quiet week, in that I only worked one 12-hour day. That was Monday.

To make up for it, I had a migraine on Thursday so I took the day off. I still put in 45 billable hours for the week.

I will roll off one of my projects in three weeks. The other project, in theory, runs through the end of September, though my last day on it could be any time between right now, and September 30.

I am never going to accept spots on two projects at once, ever again. Life is too short.

Reading

I started reading Laura Robson’s Human Capital: A History of Putting Refugees to Work, and though I am only a few pages in already I want to burn everything to the ground.

I haven’t had the chance to focus on a nonfiction book in a while, so I decided to treat this like college (for which I am feeling nostalgic because of all of the recent graduation ceremonies) and take notes while I read. So far I am enjoying the experience.

Writing

I didn’t accomplish much this week. Most of my efforts went into my journal, figuring out the origin and meaning of a couple of strange dreams.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Apocalypse, Music
Setting: Battlefield
Genre: Procedural

Interesting Links

• “Trump and the Furies of Empire” (W. Eric Vandiver, Front Porch Republic)
• “Lavrov Elaborated On The US’ Plans To Eternally Control The EU’s Energy Market” (Andrew Korybko)