Am I really a slacker? Signs point to yes. Oh well, not so much a slacker as just plain out of thoughts and words. Waiting for something to happen, not sure what, but something. My sense of it is good not bad, more startling than not. May be a life-shaping event. Just have to wait . . . Not my strong suit.

Another entry. Not nearly so dedicated a diarist as I might have hoped -- Samuel Pepys bedamned. I dither and dither into comment, neither my thoughts nor my worries so weighty as to merit remark. Still, I think often on this, it is th e will to carry it out that is tardy! How, I wonder, are the younger ones? They are certainly busy in their lives ( Read more... )

I enter in this silent space, unbind my consciousness and let it go whither it will ( Read more... )

Finally a few moments to catch up. Things move apace. Started a new job last Tuesday (Feb 22). What a relief to be back in the race. My last position was feast or famine, never a predictable workload or meaningful outcome when work went round. Much, much mo' bettah. Had a great weekend with Conor, Emily, and Riley. Totally need that injection of L& ( Read more... )

As is my wont, I inclined towards making this first entry something sententious, weighty and overdressed. Well, it may still turn out that way, but I will try and not go that way ( Read more... )