I had a bad day at work yesterday, a day in which I sat in my cubicle under a dark storm cloud and made no forward progress on any project at all. After eight hours stewing in hate I drove home in bad traffic and went to bed, completely exhausted.
I dreamed I was at work, and it was a really bad day, but an entirely different bad day from the one I had already actually had. In my dream I went out to have a nice long run, which usually helps to cheer me up. And in my dream the run just utterly sucked because I was still so angry from having such a bad day at work. I woke up completely exhausted.
So I got up and had breakfast and went into town for a real run. When I got there I discovered that I had brought two left running shoes. I went running in my street shoes instead, which felt kind of like running on rocks with my hamstrings tightened up to 11. I lasted a little over three miles before the sparks of pain in my hips forced me to stop, and some kind of bug stung me on the neck. I walked back to the gym in a dark storm cloud and drove home again.
Now I’m here working at home and I’m having a really bad day, making no forward progress on any project at all. I feel completely exhausted.
I would take a nap but I’m afraid I would dream about writing a blog post about having a bad day and then dream about having a bad day and going for a run and then dream about going for a run and writing about it.
What day is it anyway?
(warning, long)
The war has gone on for so long that we almost cannot remember a time in which we were at peace. We start awake at night at the slightest noise, ready to charge outside shouting with guns drawn, only to find we are hurling our fury at shadows, and there is nothing there. Sometimes we awaken in the morning to find they have silently raided us in the night and left nothing but rubble and torn ground in their wake.
We have greater resources, but they have more numbers, and they are relentless. They have worn us down over the years, our rampaging enemy with the floppy ears and the big, round, soft eyes.
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Sometime in the last couple weeks when I wasn’t paying attention Elsa moved into the #1 cat spot on Google Image Search.
Its too bad she’s not, you know, alive, or I would give her a nice big can of tuna for being such a famous kitty.
I was in focus mode most of this month launching my first big project at the new job. Now a few weeks later with some quiet time to clean out my mailbox and my task list and a bunch of days off to spend time with family and listen to xmas music and eat and eat and eat and eat, I’m starting to feel like a lazy do-nothing slacker again (ahhhhh). I have the rest of the year off and I should feel just about perfect right in time to go back to work and start the next big project.
Today, once again, is the winter solstice, the darkest day of the year. At this time of the year it seems like there’s no sunlight at all. Get up in the dark, go to work in the dark, sit in a small cubicle under flourescent light, go home in the dark. Maybe there’s ten or so minutes of sunlight walking across the quad from one’s building to the cafeteria. Ten minutes, if you walk slow and don’t take the shortcut along the lawn. But mostly dark. Dark dark dark dark dark. Dark.
It only gets better from here.