Earliness
I crashed very early last night, and got up at a quarter to five. This was partially by design. I wanted to try and work on some stuff early in the day. I didn't do that, but I wound up actually enjoying the experience. There's a specific kind of peace and quiet early in the morning that I needed. It was an intentional aloneness, as opposed to the unintentional aloneness of being up late by yourself. It was calming and energizing, and I felt better than usual all day. I doubt it will become a habit, but it was a nice change of pace.
As I get a better sense of what the heck I'm supposed to do, the temp job is getting better to deal with. I like the guy I work with. And given the strange multiple daily deadlines, the last hour of the day is the quietest part, which I welcome.
My brother has cooked up an interesting plan. He wants my parents and I to fly down to Jacksonville in mid-February to catch Dave Brubeck in concert. My dad is a huge Dave Brubeck fan, and he's giving a concert at the University of North Florida on his 85th birthday (UNF has one of the best jazz programs in the country, yeah, my brother and I were surprised to find that out as well). I'm planning on going, but it could get interesting in the Chinese sense of the phrase. I have no idea what my job situation is going to be like then. It also means late January plans, such as B-Fest, ain't gonna be happning. But next year, my dad will be turning 70, I'll be turning 40, and my parents will have been married 40 years. It's a big year for the family, and we should do something big together.
I should try not to making a late night tonight, but I think I'm going to anyway.
As I get a better sense of what the heck I'm supposed to do, the temp job is getting better to deal with. I like the guy I work with. And given the strange multiple daily deadlines, the last hour of the day is the quietest part, which I welcome.
My brother has cooked up an interesting plan. He wants my parents and I to fly down to Jacksonville in mid-February to catch Dave Brubeck in concert. My dad is a huge Dave Brubeck fan, and he's giving a concert at the University of North Florida on his 85th birthday (UNF has one of the best jazz programs in the country, yeah, my brother and I were surprised to find that out as well). I'm planning on going, but it could get interesting in the Chinese sense of the phrase. I have no idea what my job situation is going to be like then. It also means late January plans, such as B-Fest, ain't gonna be happning. But next year, my dad will be turning 70, I'll be turning 40, and my parents will have been married 40 years. It's a big year for the family, and we should do something big together.
I should try not to making a late night tonight, but I think I'm going to anyway.