This is pretty much what I see all day.
Resume the chatter here.
Yeah, so I still want to talk. I have found employment, yet it is still a job where I am alone most of my day. I keep doing this. It must mean something to me.
You may see me driving in the neighborhoods of SE Portland or the uppity and hilly suburbs of Happy Valley. I'll be the one listening to the Jimmy Pardo podcast, eating a ham sandwich on wheat bread and swerving through roundabouts. I may pull over and write a few notes down about old movies or cereal or Bill Clinton; all for a podcast that has almost no listeners. But that is definitely me.