My schedule is starting to swallow me. I realized how critical it could be when I was cautioned during a meeting with the Director and Board members that ten and eleven hours days are going to catapult me toward burn-out. Then today I realized my neighbor friend and I haven't seen each other in weeks. She lives half a city block from me. Less.
The only blog comments I'm getting are an onslaught of robospam on a weirdly random poetry post. (You may notice that the Captcha is back. Hoping the bugs are fixed.)
I've got to take charge of my time carefully. I've created some chunks of art time but the trade-off is long hours at the shop this week. I'll be fine, though. I also scheduled time off during the great American holiday of bake-sweet-potatoes-and-pies-and-don't-get-obsessed-about-indigenous-cultures-day.
Anyway, I hope I can find room to keep the blog alive and keep some space in my life & mind to reflect and relate this life. I'm loving this- being challenged but feeling at home. There are a lot of applications for funky creative thinking in this role, which is wonderful.
Right now I'm reveling in a few minutes alone. Shane's out to fetch the girl from a Grandies movie date and to pick up groceries. First he guided me in a dinner brainstorming session. Our challenge: to create a vegetarian meal for one (He's having burger night with the brother-in-law) using only food available at the lame-ass local store that doesn't even carry black fucking beans, much less tofu. (We are too Sunday-lazy to go to Krogers where more exotic fare can be had.) He arrived at the solution: Grilled cheese with tomato & onion and canned broccoli soup. This sounds delicious to me, even after a run of great real soups lately.