Frauds, Roombas, and Contraband...

…is a statement that has no relevance to this post, but it was fun to say. Back to work today for the grueling two-day workweek. It’s tough, but some of us are hewn from ancient granite. It was surprising three years ago when I switched over to fee basis, how quickly I adjusted to the then three-day workweek. Within the space of two weeks, I knew I could never go back to a full time five day a week job. I know that’s not an option for most people, and I would work that schedule if I didn’t have a choice, but now I do. Shifting from spending most of your time working and all the ancillary tasks in a typical life gave little spare time for other pursuits. That’s probably the single greatest gift of the job change, all the additional time for creative disciplines.

My typical schedule had been three days/week for three weeks and then the fourth week off, but I’ve adjusted it slightly. Lately, the available work has taken a bit of a hit, plus I’m waiting for a new salary waiver approval to come down, so I’ve switched to two days/week for three weeks, followed by a one-day work week. This is intended to allow me to stay within my current salary limit of $153K, which thankfully seems permanent in case the waivers don’t get re-approved. Under that system, I was able to earn $210K, but it was a national program that needed renewal every two years. We’re still waiting since the last one expired at the end of 2019. As it stands I’m working seven days a month, but will switch back to nine if the waiver comes through. All this in effort to pay our house off by April of next year, after which time I may dial back to seven or even six days a month. My schedule has also taken a slight hit because our overall exam requests have been down for the past few months.

Part of this is external, but part is how many exams our clinic is allowing us to take on. I’m still not entirely sure how that number gets determined, and it puts the fee basis providers at the mercy of the actual number of exams we accept. When the numbers are high, I have no problem getting big exams, and my typical day will just be one patient. Here lately, those larger exams are scarce, and so I’ve even had them cancel the odd day when I couldn’t get an ideal patient. Other providers will see multiple patients with smaller exams, but my preference is always one patient with a big case that can take care of my entire workload goal at once. We get paid by the number of individual exams within each claim, so one patient could have twenty (or more) exams in one visit. I’d much rather perform twenty exams with one patient than one exam with twenty patients. The latter is much more time consuming, and there will always be people running late or canceling in those numbers.

Enough about work, this journal isn’t necessarily supposed to be about anything specific, but I want to tailor it towards the creative, predominately writing, but any of the disciplines can come into play. Yesterday was a good day. I took care of the daily requisite - ran five miles, walked the dogs, shopped for workweek supplies (sandwiches for lunch and sundry groceries), practiced drums, keys, bass, studied Korean, and spent some time drawing. I hung a bunch of new LOTR paintings (like I needed more) with the use of a new laser level after our old trusty died (I think we’ve had it for 15-20 years). This new one is quite novel; it fires a laser in a 360° circle both horizontally and vertically. I mounted it to a mic stand and just raised it to the height at which I wanted to hang the pictures. The biggest challenge was standing on the step ladder on the bed, not the safest approach I’ll admit. It was either that or move the king-size bed, so I diced with the devil and came out a winner.

I’ve found that surrounding yourself with the things you love is a great mood lifter and adds to the sense of comfort and tranquility to the home. If something makes me happy, I try to surround myself with it and give constant reminders to myself regularly. The result is that our home (primarily my upstairs domain) is adorned with posters and art, centered mostly on music and movies. The living area has an entire wall of bookshelves that I’m close to filling, and this is the third in the triad of happiness for my life - music, books, movies. Within the books (and to a degree, the music and films) are the many other subjects and disciplines in which I find interest - science, history, writing, drawing, philosophy, comics, video games, etc. It provides an excellent environment that enhances all these creative efforts.

Not counting the journal, I didn’t spend a great deal of time studying any writing or working on any of the courses or works in progress. The journal felt like it was at least exercising those muscles, and after I had finished all the other disciplines, I did take some time to complete the chapter (the drawing-room) I was reading in the Victorian home book. I decided to forego any television, and read a few chapters in the Elric collection “Song of the Black Sword.” The order of his narrative is a bit different than the publishing order, as has been determined by Michael Moorcock, so my reading order is different than when I read the books as a teenager. The last novella was “Fortress of the Pearl,” and now I’m reading “Sailor on the Seas of Fate.” I remember scarce little from the first time I read this about forty years ago, so it’s like a new story all over again.

I thought that although it didn’t occur to me back then, Elric and much of Moorcock’s work is so different from Tolkien, who even to this day has remained a considerable influence (in no small part due to the movies). Elric is sometimes labeled as dark fantasy, and I suppose that’s as good a description as any. His stories are often as much about asking existential and philosophical questions as they are fodder for action and the typical fantasy tropes of the hero’s journey with classic archetypes. He does go on journeys, and there are villains and heroes alike, but Elric is never the wide-eyed and earnest character so often portrayed. He rejected his role as emperor of a declining and barbaric civilization and set out looking for answers to life’s most important questions, or at least an escape from a life that had lost meaning. Sometimes I wonder if Moorcock did acid or smoked a lot of weed, there are elements of psychedelia to some of the stories, but maybe he just had a fertile imagination. I enjoy the stories either way.