Well here it is Tuesday again. Fortunately for me, this Tuesday was preceded by a Monday and a weekend, not by 40 other Tuesdays as has so recently been the case. Talks-to-Owls and I took advantage of that first weekend of freedom and escaped the city to lounge about in a hotel room and walk in Botanical Gardens and see Museums. Work continues apace. I haven’t wrapped my head around not working 65+ hours a week. I am exceedingly busy this week, despite not working as much, or perhaps because I am not working as much. This weekend I will perhaps try and organize my life some. Next weekend I am going to Seattle for the holiday. After that everything will become somewhat more normal. Or become the new normal, I guess, since it seems everything in my life has changed in the last seven weeks. Actually I’m not sure at all what normal will be now. I am just making it up as I go along. Although I suppose that’s what we are all doing all the time.
So, uh, yeah. I spent the weekend wandering museums while wearing sundresses. I’m mentally all over the place. I feel vague, distracted, sort of unable to work and unable to think or process anything that isn’t work. I wish I lived in museum/sundress land all the time (picture above is from my phone to capture my Saturday night, what joy! wine and a view). Plus the heat index here is over 100°F and is supposed to stay that way until, uh, September, I guess. So that isn’t very motivating.
(Thoughts about the oil spill and other news redacted from this post for another time when I’m making more sense.)