Where Does The Time Go?
Okay, okay, so I celebrated the start of a new month by taking a day off from the journal.
Not a whole lot happened yesterday, except that I feel very tired this week. Not sure why, but it's prevented me from biking to work the first two days of the week. I don't feel ill, and things are generally looking up at work and outside. Maybe it's just the accumulation of stresses, and all the things I feel like I should be doing. (I feel like I ought to be spending all be free time both writing and reading, as I feel so woefully behind in both.)
I've been quite busy at work this week, but it's hard to put my finger on exactly what's sucking up all my time. Partly we've had meetings, and partly it's been this big customer project I've been working on, but it seems like that doesn't account for it. It's probably just a perception thing; things have been a little nuts lately, and I'm trying to make a little time here and there to work on the fun project I've mentioned.
(The "fun project", by the way, isn't confidential or all that glamorous: We have an in-house system to track our development, and I'm working to give it a slick GUI interface. I'm excited about it mainly because I've been the "keeper" of the system for several years now, it gives me the opportunities to fix up or revolutionize some of its flaws, and it gives me a chance to work with some of the new generation of programming tools we have that my main product isn't using yet. Plus, it's just nice to be able to work on something where I get to define most of the parameters of how it will work, at least for the initial pass.)
Last night we'd planned to do gaming after work, but everyone but one person cancelled out at the past minute. Aargh. So we bagged it. Probably we'll try again after my vacation.
Tonight, on a whim, I went to my once-favorite restaurant in town, the Wild Iris Cafe, and was saddened at how far it's fallen. The once-yummy salad now seems a little drenched in dressing, and the basil pesto pasta dish seems very weak compared to what it was a few years ago. Additionally, the prices have shot way up over the last two or three years. Sad as I am to say it, but the restaurant is getting to the point where I don't want to go back there anymore.
Afterwards I went for a little walk in Vilas Park, down to the shore of Lake Wingra, where I saw various ducklings with their mothers paddling around. Cute!
And now, I must go to bed and try to rest up to be able to face yonking up the hill to bike to work tomorrow. I really need to start doing this.
'Night!
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