And . . .
I've had better mornings. For years after the head injury I pretty much kept the same schedule on the weekends as during the week. Actually, I rather dreaded the weekend for the extra challenges it presented.
Now this is changed. I have weekends and this is good news.
I actually look forward to weekends. I enjoy them and I'm very busy, but there is a shadow lucking just beyond this joy. I now have Mondays. I'm not complaining. Mondays are an adjustment for most folks.
This morning my schedule got upset by a missing key. Of course, I found it and still had time for breakfast and made it to work early. Having a head that often has a mind of its own I've learned to build lots of buffer in my schedule. I hope you can imagine how little amused I was to find the door to my work area locked. Me and a growing number of co-workers could only wait for someone to show up with a key. Eventually, we were let in and my work day began. Eventually I even became productive. Oh well.
At afternoon break I walked over to near the Cupples No.7.
The pace is picking up. There is nothing but bad Mondays left for this old building. Ah, perspective.
- 65F/18C and cloudy for the ride to work.
- 76F/24C and overcast for the ride home.
There is something to be said for schedules and routine, but it makes it harder when forces beyond your control interfere with the routine.
ReplyDeleteSad to see that old building get torn down. It looks as though they are trying to salvage the brick though.