Two weeks away from the office — while fantastic in all its lazy, few-cares-in-the-world, wake-up-late-and-play-with-the-nieces glory — were almost too much, and I was slow and cranky gearing up into workmode this week. It may (lamely) explain why I snapped at a gal while looking at address books on Tuesday: I was weird and twitchy about her invasion of my personal space and growled. Seriously, my apologies, Girl Who Kept Reaching Around Me Instead of Saying ‘Excuse Me’; I’m usually more tolerant of other people being all up in my business but was just not feeling you that night. I stomped off to the register, even. What am I, twelve?
Got not one but two letters in the mail this week from old friends, one of whom just gave birth to twin boys. They are tiny and cute and I can’t wait to buy them tiny and cute outfits to match their tiny cuteness. Congratulations, A & E!
I know it’s popular to come up with resolutions or to talk about why one doesn’t do the resolution thing at New Year’s, but I’ve decided to spend the month reflecting on several aspects of my life and mapping out a few things I’d like to accomplish in the next year. I had a thoughtful conversation with a coworker over lunch this week just about this very thing: we mused over a number of things we were feeling ’stuck’ on in our lives and agreed to check in with each other periodically for some perspective and maybe a kind kick in the butt. I have a strong aversion to letting people in on my personal problems projects, so this is a small but meaningful step for me.
After running several errands this morning, I stopped at the ferry landing in Coronado to enjoy the loveliness of the bay:
The wind was cold on the pier, but I lingered a bit to watch the tall ship cannon battle reenactments thundering in the distance.
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