Shapes of days
My days this week have had a certain pattern to them:
- Wake up too early, after too little sleep.
- Lie in bed groggily half-awake for too long.
- Stumble through morning. Arrive at work late for first meeting. [Optional: spend 20 minutes wandering lost through the building, trying to find first meeting.]
- Spend the morning in meetings. [The main purpose of the trip is to attend my group's planning meetings.]
- Have a quick lunch, possibly involving trying to deal with tech problems.
- Spend the afternoon in meetings, growing progressively sleepier.
- Have a nice evening of dinner and conversation with an old friend from high school or college.
- Back to hotel room, watch an early-season-three episode of Gilmore Girls.
- Spend rest of night dealing with tech problems. [Optional: get some magazine stuff done.]
- Go to sleep too late.
The dinner-and-conversation parts have been very nice; the work meetings have been mixed, but mostly reasonably good, and have made me feel more like an integrated part of the team than has been true lately; the Gilmore Girls episodes have been more full of angst than I had hoped, but with fun aspects; the tech problems and lack of sleep have been frustrating and difficult and have cast something of a pall over the other stuff.
But last night I finally got enough stuff working on my other laptop to be able to send out SH autoresponses for the past couple days, which lifted a lot of my tension around email issues. And last night's GG episode was more fun fluff than angsty.
Today: Work (but no meetings); a couple of social interactions; then in the late afternoon/early evening, getting on a train to Philadelphia. Whence I'll rent a car and drive to Swarthmore, where I'll be hanging out for a little less than 48 hours before getting on a plane home on Sunday afternoon.
Btw, we're hoping to have a roundsing on Saturday afternoon at Swarthmore, so anyone in the area who's interested, let me or Jim know.
My email access may continue to be a little sporadic for a while, so texting or calling me remains the fastest way to reach me.
