dchenes | (no subject)

I use posts like the last one to remind me on days like this one that there's more to life than going to work, coming home, and falling over.

Last Tuesday I had a 13-hour work day, 8:30 - 9:30. Today was a 12-hour day, 6:30 - 6:30. Next Tuesday will be an 11-hour day starting at 6:30, and I hope I can manage not to have another long day before next Tuesday. I haven't done any grocery shopping worth speaking of in at least a week and a half, and I never got around to finishing the laundry last weekend.

This is why I am taking Friday off. Since we have Thursday off anyway for Veterans Day, I get a four-day weekend. If the Hairy Beasts didn't have vet appointments on Friday, I'd maybe get out of Dodge for a while. (Granted, the appointments are on Friday morning, and the Hairy Beasts will probably be quite happy not to have anything to do with me until at least dinnertime, so I could probably bring them back home and then go off elsewhere for the weekend. But I ain't. That would involve planning, and I ain't got the brain for planning lately.)

frozenrhino posted a quote the other day about it being hard to move forward when the person you're living with isn't moving forward either. I started thinking about that, even though I don't live with anybody, and arrived at the conclusion that my promotion didn't move me forward so much as it moved me up, at a pretty ferocious rate of speed. And I don't want to land in the same spot when I come back down again.

Or, in the words of Carl Sandburg:

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars.