Half empty?
Made it down to teach. There were moments around five this morning when I was feeling pretty dark. So much had to happen and things like MTA were not co-operating. I was functioning on very little sleep, forgetting things and slamming around the house so much that I woke my downstairs neighbor, much to my chagrin. Once I got to the train to the airport, I sat on the platform for what seemed like forever. Once I made it to the terminal I was too late to check my bag, which meant that I had to throw out new bottles of shampoo and conditioner, because they were over three ounces. When did air travel lose it luster? These days every aspect of it is cramped and cheap. Winge, winge winge. This stuff wouldn’t bother me if I wasn’t so frayed already.
But now I’m at rest in a lovely inn, recuperating and trying to assemble a to-do list. Tonight is bowling and tomorrow, teaching. For the present, I’m trying to take a little time to begin on the self organizing that I should have been doing all along. I hope it will provide me with a greater sense of caml and control to at least get a sense of the scale of what needs doing.
Tags: daily photo, frustration, planning, self examination, travel