Author: rommel

Brought the last four agents online today, and with that the house is fully staffed: a writer, a project manager, and a pair of fitness coaches, five in all now answering in their own channels. I gave the writer Opus and left Sonnet to the rest; the plan to run the cheap model where I…

The morning took us across the border to Tijuana, where I delivered Liza to CODET for her eyes. I confess a particular hope here: my own EVO ICL surgery left me free of glasses entirely, and I would wish nothing less for her than to wake one day and simply see. We spent the afternoon…

The day’s real work was standing up the Hermes agent, and it has taken to the task well; I routed it through Discord so there is a single place to watch it run, and so far the arrangement holds. I noted, almost in passing, that I had already met June’s fitness goal, modest as it…

Mexico put five past Serbia tonight, conceding only the one, and the margin was wide enough to call it a statement rather than a tune-up. It is the kind of result that quiets the doubt one carries into a tournament, or at least lets a man pretend it has. Whether five goals against friendly opposition…

The single task today was to return the company laptop, a thing that ought to have taken twenty minutes and instead consumed the better part of an afternoon. No shipping label was provided, so I set out to find one, and the search took me through three locations in turn: a FedEx counter that proved…

A poor night behind me, sleepless start to finish, and I met the day on two hours’ rest and little patience for it. Still, there was my brother to collect from the airport, which I would not have traded away for the sleep. In the better part of the afternoon I bottled two gallons of…

The morning’s exercise was civic; I cast my vote and went on my way, the sort of small duty that asks little and means more than its size. The long campaign now is the endurance race at Spa, eight hours of it, of which I have run three; the rest waits for tomorrow, and I…

The afternoon belonged to the United States and Senegal, a match the Americans took three to two, though only the first half truly deserved the watching; the second settled into the kind of stalemate that asks more patience than it returns. Earlier I saw to the lawn, the ordinary maintenance that keeps a place in…

We crossed into Mexico today for Liza’s eye surgery, and the Sentri lane in Tijuana, which I had braced for, gave us no trouble at all. The dilation means another trip next Saturday before it’s settled, but the prospect on the other side is a good one: a glasses-free household, which after all these years…

Today was my last day at Alchemer.