PreLost Time
A long-delayed weekly dinner engagement with friends precluded my working last evening so I moved that chunk of time-life / life-time to the afternoon, before dinner, and learned one thing: I really prefer working without the sun reminding me of all the things I (think I) should be doing instead. Fortunately, the dinner with friends was, as always, worth it, an enjoyable means of keeping me socialized and thus staving off my transformation into a hopeless feral state for another day.
Recognition that this attempt to make up for time that would have been lost might contradict earlier post this week that said I don't believe in making up lost time. But if the time wasn't lost to begin with, how can I make it up? Wasn't I preventing the loss of time? Pre-lost, the thoughtcrime/precrime/whatever it was called – been too long since I've seen MINORITY REPORT – equivalent of petty larceny.
Regardless, lesson learned: I'll work in the afternoons if I have to but I'd much prefer to use those waning hours of sunlight and humane dosings of insulin to do useful things, like vacuum or tend to the lawn and its seemingly endless cadre of leaves.
Still trying to come up with something to add here throughout the day: a second piece in the evenings – a way to wrap up the day? share bits from the day's adventures in impeachment scrapbooking? Not sure. Don't want to complicate matters and dilute the enjoyment I derive in hurling these thoughtlets into the morning's ether but I can't shake the feeling that there's a solution somewhere in the mist that I've yet to decode; for now, these meagre predawn offerings to the digtal will have to suffice.
