Rubber tantrum

Fell asleep with every light in the house still bright and warm. Woke up at 4 just knowing I was late for something. Haven't shaken that feeling yet.

Working on a Saturday. I remember when that was not an unexpected thing. Grateful for the unexpectedness of a Saturday session in the WC.

Liking my boss, and thinking she likes me, and still there is indecision in the air... Know that is has to be false.

Preparing for a presentation/workshop on Wednesday. Hoping for good news about 2 jobs.

And the other thing? Well... there are only 2 weeks of school left, and that is my solace for now. Can you dig that?

Running from shadows at noon is easy. Running from shadows at 5 is futile. Thinking this way, without logic screaming at me, is keeping me running from things, not admitting that I am the one running away.

The symmetry of silence and noise isn't comforting or reassuring. It's a reminder that when one is present, the other is lurking, threatening to spoil the fun.