4 hours

. . .to go until I'm enjoying my 2nd weekend of my 2nd to the last week of double weekend weeks.

Confused? Welcome to the shizophrenic nature of my employment. Spent the 1st weekend of my second to the last weekend week at Pop's deconstucting the computers that I inherited from ferragus's recent move. The star gazer lilies have bloomed and are incredibly beautiful; I'm kicking my own ass for not bringing the camera. Too bad there isn't yet a device for capturing the scents, as well as the sights, of something this gorgeous. Perhaps there is such a device and it is called a Star-Gazer lily. . .

Had I known that my double weekend weeks were going to end this soon and to this result I would've spent far less time and energy looking for jobs that never came to fruition and more time . . . uhm, doing anything else! Oh well, so much for being proactive. Here's to being caught up!

There will be days like this. . .

where I'm once again moved to a foreign cubicle, have to reformat every template document I work with and share a printer with folks who don't use the same size paper, and that don't send to it as often as I do but have projects that trump the importance of my daily, business-as-usual, routine paperwork. I've learned not to fight it. All of our anxiety is created by our resisting what is. I will relax through this and make whatever progess that I can and, in the mean, mean time . . . look busy!