Blink-Personal Narrative

Blink, blink. I stare at Chris Matthews on the television for the first time as his words ring familiar in my head. It’s the third time I hear his words, because his show repeats several times in the evening news cycle. The TV has been on all day while I worked on my computer, but its the first time I look at his face. All day I’ve focused on my Mac screen, working on my projects. Mostly a design for a new mobile website for Resurrection Hospital, but also the daycare site, the moving company site and my continued job search. Blink Blink. My body is tired but my brain is still lit up. I’m finally on the couch, waiting for my mind to stop. Tomorrow I have a move in the morning, and in the evening it’s back to school. No wait, school is on Wednesday.
Personalitywise we are very different, but I think that why we are friends. It works better that way. I responded that I was up and working. “Coming over now,” he replied. De La Cruz worked at Cultural Affairs with me. We were both laid-off last June. He hung around for a bit and we chatted. My computer chirped throughout his visit. My wife sends messages via Google Chat.
Apparently she has some sort of wife radar and when De La Cruz is around she starts checking up on me. Personally, I think its me that keeps him walking a straight line, but she thinks otherwise. He is soon off to his next errand and then school. Yes, him too.

WIth the house quiet again, I can focus back to work. I’ll need to work straight through to get stuff done. Before that, I needed to start dinner so the kids can eat when then get home and won’t bother me. Options are limited they but fit the bill, oven fried chicken, green beans, and potatoes. I can set-up this little menu into auto-pilot and head back to my desk, and so I do.
Back at my desk, I start to click again. Sure enough, behind me I start to hear Chris Matthews’ voice again. Hardball started its first broadcast of the day. Blink,