Suddenly it’s my Tuesday in the latter half of September. And the day before the autumnal equinox. Where have the days gone? Things move so quickly in an insomnia haze.
I went to Tuolumne a few days ago but didn’t take any Rim fire pictures. Tioga Road is much less visually stunning fire-wise than the Big Oak Flat Road. In fact, if you didn’t know the full story, you might not really think that much of it.
I did take a lot of nature yoga pictures. It was just that kind of weekend, I guess. Which means that it was a good weekend. You’ll see what I mean when I have a spare minute to actually look through all those pictures and pick out some highlights.
As for the insomnia part, I maintain that it’s not really my fault. What was happening with the world at large at 4:12 AM PST on Wednesday? I’d like to think that it was some deeper response to a universal undercurrent that I awoke then than that my body had decided that it was just plain bored with sleeping. I pondered that a little between sips of green tea and pages of The Book Thief while the sun was rising. And then what was happening with my neighbor in the late hours of the night on Thursday? He was very vocally and very door-slamming-ly coming to terms with some very lengthy inner turmoil.
After a long day of meetings and socializing, dealing with that was not at the top of my things-I’d-rather-do-than-sleep list. So it goes. We all have to deal with life and ourselves. And we all lived to see the sunrise. That’s something to be grateful for. And I’m grateful for the reassuring presence of local LE.
But speaking of all those work meetings, all I can really say is that I can’t really say anything …yet. More changes are coming. And more on that when I know more officially. My risk of being bored at work ever is forever being reduced it seems.
That was reinforced today when I played IT problem-solver for my store for the majority of the day and then played over-the-phone IT problem-solver for satellite stores for the rest of it. Not really my favorite game. I like to think I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe I’m just getting the hang of staying calm and methodical while everything else is being an impatient whirlwind.
And now for a little post-work outing with colleagues and hopefully a good night’s sleep. All-in-all, I really can’t complain.