I'm 51-years old and have been given carte blanche by my manager to set my goals, wants, and desires for 2020... and I'm drawing a blank.

Years ago, work stopped being about changing the world or getting rich, and became about doing a good job, helping people be successful, and leaving it at my desk when I go home at the end of the day. (Well, midday, because I trained myself to get in to work by 7:AM and out by 3:PM, so I still have a full day - basically 4:PM to 10:30 PM - to do whateverthefuckIwant.)

So when presented with a blank canvas, I have little motivation or interest. I mean, why do it? For what? This company will fold in 7-10 years, like every other company on the planet, and tech products are irrelevant 18-36 months after release, and I have invested far too much of my younger self in products that today don't even warrant a footnote in Wikipedia articles.

I'm basically entirely off FB, don't log into Twitter any more, and only follow hot pinup models and motorcycle blogs on Instagram, and participate in the Fallout communities on Reddit. Life is good, sans social media.

My wrist is still fucked. But I am coping with it. I think it's just going to be one of those things we all attribute to "getting older." The insurance company blanket denied all of my claims related to my wrist and not-a-stroke, so I have about $5k of tests, doctor's visits, and physical therapy bills that I just need to suck up and pay, or else spend my time fighting with some $7/hr "Customer Service Rep" on the phone whose sole job is to tell me "No" until I go away.

It's just exhausting, and I haven't even gotten on the phone with them yet. (Well, that's not true. I called them twice, and twice they hung up on me. Or - ahem - the call got 'disconnected'.)

I hate bureaucracies. I'm grumpy. Maybe I need some more coffee. And to troll Instagram for some old BMW scrambler mods, to cheer me up...