Still sick. Dammit. And it’s too damned hot for February, fer pete’s sake. Went home sick yesterday and today — and am grateful a couple of my coworkers had time to tackle most of the stack of invoices I had left, and ditto today. Grateful, too, for the breeze.
Will be really really grateful if I can sleep lying down tonight instead of sitting up, because my upper body feels like I’ve been hanging on for dear life while riding a bike with bent wheels and flat tires over 13 miles of bad road.
Prolixity one day, verbal economy the next. Balance: it’s what life’s all about! ;)
My friends The Novelists were invited to participate in the local TEDxUNR event in January. Video of their part is supposed to be available this month — with any luck, tomorrow, one of them thinks — but in the meantime, he posted this presentation by Jon Foreman, co-founder/lead singer/etc. of the band Switchfoot (and a solo artist and collaborator with…more people than I can count right now). It’s about 20 minutes long, and if you don’t go watch it, the rest of this post may make rather less sense than otherwise. So please click the link and go watch; I’ll wait…
Aaaaaaaannnnddd…the reason I felt like dozing most of yesterday revealed itself today in hacking, wheezing (a little), sneezing, and my sinuses feeling alternately stuffed up or scoured out with steel wool.
Spent rather a lot of Day 72 (that is, yesterday) dozing. Should have done laundry, but oh, well. Dozing felt more productive somehow. So it was a good thing I didn’t have any obligations yesterday, and that there was another weekend day available on which to do laundry. :)
The work week finished rather better than it started: working late on Tuesday meant I could get through the check run on Wednesday instead of having it lap over into Thursday, and that meant I could work on my usual Thursday tasks all day. And therefore, be CAUGHT UP.
Catching up. It’s a theme! Anyway, I got through most of what I wanted to accomplish between yesterday and today so I could leave early today (offsetting Tuesday) with a clear conscience.
It’s a good thing, too, because I was SO tempted to give someone a stern talking to…
My clutter, let me show you it!
On second thought, no.
My first year at Burning Man, I convinced myself I’d keep a journal, or at least make notes, and then write up a blog post or three about my experiences.
Didn’t happen. When I thought about it, I tended to be in the middle of something else, and when I wasn’t actually doing something/going somewhere, it never occurred to me that hey! Now would be a good time to make some notes! So of course I planned to make up for lost time last year and absolutely take loads of photos and get out my journal and…
That didn’t happen either.
But today, you get a Burning Man post about a small thing from the outside that meant a whole lot more on the inside.
Namely and to wit, as one of my friends called it when I told her about it at Thanksgiving, the P2K Project. P2K standing for Permission to Kiss. ;)