Listen, it took just a few days of working to get me back to a semi stressed mode. Bad. And it has been the deep kind of work, a bit like the moments when there is a leak in the hull of the ship and we can all see the island and the giant shark just crushed the last piece of wood that we gave to him… and maybe it was all but a dream.
So I would dive into the little slides I brought with me from the desert and it felt as if a tiny piece of Death Valley were really in them, right there and then it felt a little better… for a brief moment. Good…
Other than that… portions of the last few days have not been as glorious as they possibly could be… and I really failed in some areas in which I should never fail. And that’s bad. (Nothing work related this time… worse.)
And I really wish that tonight I could just take that elevator and just go…
but… it is not going to be this easy, you know… oh, how did I get this confused this quickly?…