I'm glad it's Friday
Can't seem to quiet this flare down - pain is pretty much a constant 7 everywhere - sleep, even with help, is nothing but weird disturbing dreams I can't really remember after, but I know they were upsetting. Today is a quiet day at work, finally without real meetings that have dominated my time here so far, just 2 interviews, both with former coworkers so that will be nice to see them, and I'm totally relaxed about it (it's funny, but it's hard to interview - I have to stop putting myself in their shoes and remembering how it feels - but I have some pretty cool tools that help me evaluate my thoughts objectively after which really helps).
On Tuesday night I got a call from my "cousin" in the UK that his mom was gravely ill. I got a text message in the middle of the huge presentation to the CEO and his team on Weds that she had died. This is the wife of my dad's best friend - growing up, every single summer, either we were at their house, or they were at ours, and though I hadn't seen her in decades, gotta say this really hit me hard. Shared the info with mom and my brother, and we jumped through a bunch of memories that made us laugh a lot, and made me cry after. I think part of it is that she is so locked, in my memories, with my dad, and all the memories included him as well, and that whole anniversary is coming up - just feeling very sad.
Lets see - up notes. Work is awesome. Amazing, fulfilling, enjoyable, difficult, challenging, exactly what I want and need. Kids are enjoying the summer - no boredom, no complaining. Listening to some great audio books on my rides to/from work, just finished "You Suck" which was AWESOME on audio (holy crap I love Abby Normal...where is my love ninja, dude!) and I started "The Colorado Kid" by Stephen King, and the voice actor could not have a more perfect Maine accent to add to the creepy feeling.
Oh. And it's Friday. That works too.
On Tuesday night I got a call from my "cousin" in the UK that his mom was gravely ill. I got a text message in the middle of the huge presentation to the CEO and his team on Weds that she had died. This is the wife of my dad's best friend - growing up, every single summer, either we were at their house, or they were at ours, and though I hadn't seen her in decades, gotta say this really hit me hard. Shared the info with mom and my brother, and we jumped through a bunch of memories that made us laugh a lot, and made me cry after. I think part of it is that she is so locked, in my memories, with my dad, and all the memories included him as well, and that whole anniversary is coming up - just feeling very sad.
Lets see - up notes. Work is awesome. Amazing, fulfilling, enjoyable, difficult, challenging, exactly what I want and need. Kids are enjoying the summer - no boredom, no complaining. Listening to some great audio books on my rides to/from work, just finished "You Suck" which was AWESOME on audio (holy crap I love Abby Normal...where is my love ninja, dude!) and I started "The Colorado Kid" by Stephen King, and the voice actor could not have a more perfect Maine accent to add to the creepy feeling.
Oh. And it's Friday. That works too.