Friday, Sept. 08, 2006
Hmm... apparently Diaryland has a 'tude on tonight. Let's see if this thing will post this time around...
To lift and convolute the words from West Side Story:
- The most beautiful name I ever heard...
Today felt like it would never end. I don't know why I'm this exhausted. Things were a bit slower for me today, if anything, than they've been for the past couple of weeks. I guess maybe that's it; it's the slow-down syndrome, whereupon everything catches up and gives you a hard left-cross the second your guard is down. I have a sneaky feeling it may be a little more than that, though. One of the folks who sits near me has been fighting bronchitis and other lovely germs, and I suspect she may have been in a sharing mood. While I sincerely hope not, my entire body aches from head to toe. That's not usually a good indication.
I also received a very nice compliment from one of the ladies in our admin, which certainly brightened my day.
I actually caught up with a lot of work that had been piling up on my desk. I don't know if I've gotten faster or if last week was so completely atypical because of the holiday. It didn't seem to be just me who had a better day, come to think of it. The other folks in my department spent the last few minutes kind of sitting there and chatting, too. Then again, maybe it was in part because our boss left for the afternoon. No one knew exactly why or where he went, though the general assumption is that something probably happened at home that required his presence, particularly since he's having some work done on the place.
WildRosie said she's been dead on her feet this week, too, so maybe it's something in the air. This year the moisture keeps on keeping on. I am not sure what the typical pattern is for the southern part of the state, but I know the rest of Arizona normally does NOT get much, if any, rain past the first week or so of August, when the monsoons end. Here, the sky opened today for a while, and it's been raining off and on for several days.
This morning on my way to work, though, I felt a bit like a cloud-tourist. The sky was doing some awesome things. There were patches of sunshine and a scattering of the kind of clouds that in Arizona promise rain later - maybe. But there was another layer of clouds, one that couldn't have been hovering more than 100 feet or so overhead. Too far up to rightly be considered fog, but dramatically low. There was enough blue sky to create sharp relief of the two-layer cloud phenomenon. At times, I was driving almost vertically parallel to the misty patches. Other times, they hung so close that I felt a bit like I was leaning out of a jeep on an African safari, observing some exotic new form of wildlife.
From time to time, Mother Nature has the uncanny ability to capture your attention and hold it with something simple - and this morning was one of those mornings.
Then again, perhaps it was that sense of magic that left me so weary all day. Because once I was sitting inside brick and mortar, separated from the enchantment, all I could think of was the desire to return to what I'd just experienced.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )