I got my reimaged work computer back today. It took me over an hour trying various things to figure out how to get one of my screens to function properly. The fact that I move between docking station and screens from home and the office sometimes a couple of times a day makes the setup more complicated but I am hoping all this drama is now over.
Saint Joe is going to Mexico tomorrow and will be gone all next week. I hope he has a fun time.
Everything has been updated and upgraded.
My schedule has finally calmed down after all the dentist and doctor’s appointments and when I was looking at my week last Sunday I am all like I will go to the gym or do a track workout on Tuesday and Thursday. I will eat all the healthy food I have prepared.
On Tuesday after the first conversation in weeks with my boss and a follow-up to that after an all staff meeting and election avoidance behavior, (I had voted a couple of weeks ago), I ended up listening to non political podcasts, eating a giant frosted brownie I had stashed in the freezer and went to bed absurdly early.
Then last night I am all… not moving sounds really appealing…, it is cold, it is dark, I have catalogs to flip through…
I did end up doing a couple of miles of the walk at home program. There were supposed to be demonstrations downtown about the bizarre appointment of the Chief of Staff of the now former Attorney General to be the acting A.G. (A man who scammed hopeful inventors out of money and did a job interview by getting himself on Fox News and expressing fawning views about He Who Shall Not Be Named.)
Seriously, you cannot make this up. It is like a very very bad mob movie.
And you know, this terrible shooting in California… And the fires. I spent a very odd Thanksgiving in Paradise one year with a friend of a friend that had died the previous year, we both missed her terribly. I remember the earth there was red.
Anyway today I gave myself no out. The gym clothes were on, the headphones and lock in the bag and as soon I was out the door I was fine. And I had a good workout. I think I have been pushing myself too hard for a very long time.
I need to work, but not push it.
And now I can chill for the rest of the evening. Ah.
The cats are finally kind of sort of adapting to the time change. That makes things around here a bit easier too.
My older students struggle, as do I with balance exercises. I have one I call “Drunk Walking” that basically means walking slowly heel to toe the full length of your yoga mat and back. When I sense they are getting frustrated and giving themselves a hard time I usually intervene and launch into a story.
The one I chose last night was about the dive boat captain I met in the Caribbean on Valentine’s Day at dinner and how we went to watch the tightrope walkers together afterwards.
I realized when they were resting at the end of class that it was actually a trapeze setup we watched and that I cannot, for the life of me, remember his name!
I do remember his Diary Name because I wrote about it on OD.
My email archive is no help. It doesn’t go back to 2002. How do people write memoirs when they can’t remember people’s names?
I do have a paper journal I kept back then so I might take a peak but it would be a heck of a lot easier if I could just plain remember. Whine.
Last updated November 10, 2018