Where I'm At
I'm watching a lot of baseball these days, hoping the Dodgers and the Red Sox will win, but Dodgers for the World Series. I'm adjusting to working at home. I overprepared for some of the adjustments, and I was underprepared for others. Some came totally out of left field.
For example, Wendy asked me tonight how long it had been since I had left the house for something other than a walk in the neighborhood. It was three days ago, when I went to the library and the gas station. I didn't know it would be so easy to become a hermit. Also, I told her earlier today that I thought I would have more time now that I'm not spending three hours a day commuting and eight hours a week in meetings. "I hate to break it to you," she said, "but you've been sleeping in. You get out of bed at 8:30." Well, she had me there.
Pedro just threw it away at first and, luckily, the runner didn't advance.
The truth is that I feel like I've been thrown from the merry-go-round and I haven't yet found my stride. I've been dragging my feet on everything but the contract work because doing it makes me feel cozy and safe compared to the other stuff.
Wendy and I talked about that tonight, too. It's the same problem that inhibits my art...maybe hers as well. Fear of not having done something before. Fear of not wanting to do it wrong.
Pedro just hit Darin Erstad in the shin to load the basis for Vladimir Guerrero. Guererro hit in two runners.
But, rule of thumb, I only write when things are good. Things are very good. I'm glad to be sleeping in. I must remember that I'm drinking less coffee and I've lost almost 10 lbs. so far. And things can still get better, which is to hope what soil is to a plant. If you ain't got hope, you ain't got shit. I guess that's why I like baseball.
Kevin Millar just did a one-man double-play to end the inning. [Red Sox went on to win the game!]
For example, Wendy asked me tonight how long it had been since I had left the house for something other than a walk in the neighborhood. It was three days ago, when I went to the library and the gas station. I didn't know it would be so easy to become a hermit. Also, I told her earlier today that I thought I would have more time now that I'm not spending three hours a day commuting and eight hours a week in meetings. "I hate to break it to you," she said, "but you've been sleeping in. You get out of bed at 8:30." Well, she had me there.
Pedro just threw it away at first and, luckily, the runner didn't advance.
The truth is that I feel like I've been thrown from the merry-go-round and I haven't yet found my stride. I've been dragging my feet on everything but the contract work because doing it makes me feel cozy and safe compared to the other stuff.
Wendy and I talked about that tonight, too. It's the same problem that inhibits my art...maybe hers as well. Fear of not having done something before. Fear of not wanting to do it wrong.
Pedro just hit Darin Erstad in the shin to load the basis for Vladimir Guerrero. Guererro hit in two runners.
But, rule of thumb, I only write when things are good. Things are very good. I'm glad to be sleeping in. I must remember that I'm drinking less coffee and I've lost almost 10 lbs. so far. And things can still get better, which is to hope what soil is to a plant. If you ain't got hope, you ain't got shit. I guess that's why I like baseball.
Kevin Millar just did a one-man double-play to end the inning. [Red Sox went on to win the game!]
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