Day 249 - back in the office September version
Today is the 4th day of the 36th week, the 6th day of the 9th month, the 249th day of this babbling experiment, and:
- Barbie Doll Day - she is officially 64 years old today
- Fight Procrastination Day
- Global Talent Acquisition Day
- Great Egg Toss Day
- Independence Day - Eswatini [formerly known as Swaziland] from the UK in 1968
- Krishna Janmashtami
- National Coffee Ice Cream Day
- National Read a Book Day
- Stillbirth Remembrance Day
- the earliest date on which the Abbots Bromley Horn Dance is performed every Wakes Monday
- the last Quarter of the moon as of 6:22 PM EDT
Quote of the day:
" No matter how mundane some action might appear, keep at it long enough and it becomes a contemplative, even meditative act. "
~ Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Summer just doesn't want to give up this year! Altho this month hereabouts can be on the warm side, this week's weather has been unusually HHH [hazy, hot, and humid]. In fact? This is our third day in a row of record-breaking heat, and heat indexes that are forecast to go as high as 105°, and this after the hottest summer on record. And yet, unbelievably, there are STILL those who deny that we are in the throes of climate change, and even more deny that change could've possibly been caused by human activity.
The stink from my refrigerator has permeated the dishes that I brought into work. Explanations of why I am smelling up the office refrigerator have been both repetitive and embarrassing. OTOH, I would prefer to be home when maintenance comes. OTOH, I would like the problem addressed. Interestingly, for an 'all in' day, there are three people out. Two have reasons - jury duty and illness - but bossman simply had a bad experience coming home from a client breakfast and opted to go home and work....
There is one up side to the morning commute - you find yourself reflecting on different things. Today I was seriously thinking about how many of the folks that I knew in the past who are now living alone. Some never married, some like me are widowed, some never had kids, some have kids who life out of state or out of touch. Whether we chose to be alone or just ended up that way, we have in common that we live our own spaces, in apartments or houses that are empty except for the "stuff" that we have accumulated, the old familiar items that we drift through. I wonder [and sometimes I worry] what we will all do in the future, where we will go, who will take care of us. I feel like I should be making plans, but quite frankly, I don't have a high enough net worth to afford one
I'm not sure the pondering provoked now and then by the morning commuting ritual actually translates into either contemplation or meditation...
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