TeamReedBlog.2020

To be fair, the Captain fed our frisbee to the sewer with a perfectly thrown but terribly aimed toss of his wrist. We all watched it go. It was as if time stood still and the disc headed for the exact center of the storm sewer drain at the end of our street.   If you've ever played Air Hockey, you know the satisfaction of landing your shot with that super solid thunk, right? And when your opponent just stands there, hunched over, fingers clutching the striker that's no where close to where it needs to be to block your zinging, dead-on shot and you hit it and he/she stands there in shock, eyes wide, speechless, and you thrust your hands in the air in sweet, sweet victory? This was not like that.  It was kind of the opposite. Or maybe it was exactly like that with Ali and me playing the gobsmacked schmucks and the Captain dancing around with his hands in the air. We've been diligent about staying safe during the pandemic. But there are only so many walks you can take in you...

As if there wasn't enough crazy in the world, the platform I've used for the past decade on a nearly weekly basis is forcing me onto a new format. Ten years in tech is like a millennia, I know that, but still. I was unprepared to accept that all the warnings they'd been leaving me to try the new format were actually real.   It's been almost a month since I posted. No, I haven't contracted COVID-19. There just doesn't seem to have been any great news happening that I needed to share. And honestly, I've been asking myself more and more often: "Does anyone really need to hear my opinion/outlook?" Not that I don't have opinions. I'm just tired. The world has a lot of awful in it and seems harder than usual to find the good. If I can't figure out this new process, and if I can't figure out how to keep my old posts, his could be the end of me on social media. Before I go (if I go) a few updates: Ali is still working at FedEx. It's phy...