where'd the past few days go?
I seem to be asking myself questions like that a lot lately.
Weds was the drive from Williamsburg to Charlotte. I did not actually explore Williamsburg while I was there. Yes, people recommended it. Tuesday night I waited to see if I was having dinner with my buddy Davey Jones (which ended up not happening due to car issues related to weather expectations). We all know I'm not a morning person, and just did not wake up early enough to make a visit to Colonial Williamsburg worthwhile and still get to Charlotte before rush hour.
I will say this ... the GPS routed me through some non-highway roads when I first left Williamsburg that were actually very pretty -- I went for long stretches surrounded by pines and scrub brush and no intersections. A little eerie, considering I was depending on Minerva and didn't really know where I was going, but pretty all the same. Then I finally ended up on the highways that would take me across, and down, to Charlotte.
I got here Weds, checked email (work and home) for about an hour, and then shut the computer off and told myself to get off the bed and go get dinner. Of course, I didn't listen to myself. My eyes had been shutting on their own for a good half hour anyway. I ended up sleeping for several hours, then woke up and went down to set up the meeting room and retrieve the rest of the luggage from the car. Then I came back up, putzed on the internet a while longer, and signed off because another bad mood was coming on and I decided I needed to be anti-social and just read. Which I did till I fell asleep again. (Working my way through woldnewtonwin 's CROSSOVERS 2: A Secret Chronology of the World, which I am loving.)
Today's class was ... how to describe? 26 people. Some familiar faces. Completely different energy than Williamsburg. Hard to get them back in from breaks. Hard to keep on topic -- one or two insist on talking every chance they get, another several can't seem to keep up with me in the materials no matter how much I slow down. I ended the day where I was supposed to be, content-wise, but man was it a rough last hour or so getting there without being rude and saying "stfu so we can stay on topic." It's not that they're not nice -- they're not even being rude, per se, just hard to keep on topic.
Which means of course total mental burnout for me by the end of the day. So I walked up the street to Chili's early, ended up having dinner at just about 5pm, read a bit more in scottsigler 's ANCESTOR, which I'm enjoying immensely. I'm just about to the part where the shit really hits the fan, and the story goes from interesting gene-sequencing thriller to out-and-out gory horror (which is typical Sigler, and why I like him so much). After dinner I read a bit more, ironed tomorrow's shirt, and since then have been playing Scrabble, haunting Twitter and FB, etc. The usual non-productiveness. I'm still a bit mentally foggy (yes, I know, when aren't I?)
This did make me laugh, though, and I tweeted about it:
Hunter: "Had a white russian last night."
Me: "How was he? And wasn't your girlfriend jealous?"
On the drive, I also listened to several more cds in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and the groups from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are about to arrive. Short story reading has declined this week, though, as I'm really caught up in both of those books mentioned above.
Weds was the drive from Williamsburg to Charlotte. I did not actually explore Williamsburg while I was there. Yes, people recommended it. Tuesday night I waited to see if I was having dinner with my buddy Davey Jones (which ended up not happening due to car issues related to weather expectations). We all know I'm not a morning person, and just did not wake up early enough to make a visit to Colonial Williamsburg worthwhile and still get to Charlotte before rush hour.
I will say this ... the GPS routed me through some non-highway roads when I first left Williamsburg that were actually very pretty -- I went for long stretches surrounded by pines and scrub brush and no intersections. A little eerie, considering I was depending on Minerva and didn't really know where I was going, but pretty all the same. Then I finally ended up on the highways that would take me across, and down, to Charlotte.
I got here Weds, checked email (work and home) for about an hour, and then shut the computer off and told myself to get off the bed and go get dinner. Of course, I didn't listen to myself. My eyes had been shutting on their own for a good half hour anyway. I ended up sleeping for several hours, then woke up and went down to set up the meeting room and retrieve the rest of the luggage from the car. Then I came back up, putzed on the internet a while longer, and signed off because another bad mood was coming on and I decided I needed to be anti-social and just read. Which I did till I fell asleep again. (Working my way through woldnewtonwin 's CROSSOVERS 2: A Secret Chronology of the World, which I am loving.)
Today's class was ... how to describe? 26 people. Some familiar faces. Completely different energy than Williamsburg. Hard to get them back in from breaks. Hard to keep on topic -- one or two insist on talking every chance they get, another several can't seem to keep up with me in the materials no matter how much I slow down. I ended the day where I was supposed to be, content-wise, but man was it a rough last hour or so getting there without being rude and saying "stfu so we can stay on topic." It's not that they're not nice -- they're not even being rude, per se, just hard to keep on topic.
Which means of course total mental burnout for me by the end of the day. So I walked up the street to Chili's early, ended up having dinner at just about 5pm, read a bit more in scottsigler 's ANCESTOR, which I'm enjoying immensely. I'm just about to the part where the shit really hits the fan, and the story goes from interesting gene-sequencing thriller to out-and-out gory horror (which is typical Sigler, and why I like him so much). After dinner I read a bit more, ironed tomorrow's shirt, and since then have been playing Scrabble, haunting Twitter and FB, etc. The usual non-productiveness. I'm still a bit mentally foggy (yes, I know, when aren't I?)
This did make me laugh, though, and I tweeted about it:
Hunter: "Had a white russian last night."
Me: "How was he? And wasn't your girlfriend jealous?"
On the drive, I also listened to several more cds in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and the groups from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are about to arrive. Short story reading has declined this week, though, as I'm really caught up in both of those books mentioned above.