First of all, I have no idea where this image came from. I can reconstruct the original Google search but I sort of fell down a rabbit hole after that and I can’t be held responsible for pictures of dogs climbing on elephants. I just can’t.
I completed my final act of outstanding customer service this morning, which required an hour-long drive up to Michigan to return the now-repaired piece of furniture I had picked up last week. Everything went fine; the piece was fixed to my and their satisfaction, the drive was pleasant, everyone was happy, and the hell-rain that filled up the entire afternoon didn’t start until after I got home.
I spent most of the drive up there listening to podcasts. I’ve got a handful that I’m pretty fond of now, meaning that pretty much any time I have time to listen to them there are going to be a handful of new episodes on my phone. A few notables:
- Pod Save the People
- Aaron Mahnke’s Cabinet of Curiosities
- Nightlight: The Black Horror Podcast
- Feminist Frequency Radio
- Females in Fantasy
- Mass for Shut-Ins
And just today I noticed one called Subliminally Correct, which I haven’t actually listened to yet but it’s a couple of psychologists talking about subconscious messaging and propaganda in politics, which definitely sounds up my alley.
It hit me on the way home that starting in a couple of weeks I will have no time to listen to any of these, ever, unless I radically change how I interact with podcasts. Because podcasts are for the car, and what with my drive to work having been cut down by about 90% I’m just not going to be spending any time in the car any longer.
It’s interesting, right? You think of a new job as just a change of job, but in this case there are all these ancillary lifestyle changes that are coming with it– and, really, it’s not unfair to say that the lifestyle changes were a huge part of I wanted the new job in the first place. My wife and I were sitting on the couch yesterday evening after she got home from work, each of us trying to get the other one to commit to some sort of plan for dinner, when she looked at me and said “This is what our lives are going to be forever, now.” It hit me that in a real sort of way, after two years of me working every weekend and until 8 three nights a week, there’s going to be a real element of my wife and I having to relearn how to live together again. And to be clear, I am not not not complaining about that, and I’m looking way forward to it, because it’s what I want. But there’s no reason to pretend it’s not going to be a thing. I haven’t cooked dinner in a while! Maybe I’ll start cooking again! I mean, we’ll have to, right, what with being home together for dinner for– gulp– seven nights a week.