The rain is falling this morning.
A most welcome visitor for car owners experiencing Mother Nature’s idea of green paint.
I live in a part of the US that is 100% pollen air after the first blooms of Spring. Sometimes it looks like a fire smoke haze in the sky. Yikes.
Thankfully, I am not an allergy sufferer. But unless one wears goggles, you’re going to get scratchy eyes regardless.
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Move update.
I am making my way through the unpacking process, and I’ve multiple trips down to the recycling area with flattened boxes to prove it.
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It’s been a blast, letting my stuff breathe again after 12 month of being trapped inside cardboard.
It’s mostly books. And I’m a primo book nerd. Which means I know almost every origin story of almost every book in my collection.
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Since old enough to read, my mission, as I wander through used bookstores or any bookstore, is to leave having “rescued” a discarded book from a dusty corner.
That’s how I got my huge “family” 1880’s ornate bible … from Yes Books on Congress Street in Portland Maine. My 1970’s guide to suburban farming came from Argosy Books on 59th St. in Manhattan. And my 2023 pocket edition was a refresh Sense and Sensibility buy from Books on the Hill in Clevedon UK.
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Having my books out again means I can go back to randomly selecting one off the shelf.
Letting it fall open.
Taking a moment to soak up a few hundred words.
Then having a quiet reflection about how we all got to be lifelong mates.
It’s my idea cozy-chicken-soup for the Soul.
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And that’s been my weekend.
Unpacking. Finding places for things. Putting my life back out in plain sight again.
Oh, and purposely not going to work.
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I kind of stretched myself too far by working 9-12 hour days straight for most of March and all of April.
There’s just that much going on professionally.
It’s been a forward moving motion really since December. Producing new material left, right and center. No complaints, here. I’m game. I love it.
However, on Wednesday, wellm my mind didn’t love the work anymore and refused to participate.
I mean, I was mid-sentence and mid-thought when my brain stopped communicating with my voice.
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There’s very little anyone can do at that point, except take the hint.
So, at 5pm, I closed everything down. Work, phone, lights. I crawled into bed. Watched a couple mindless old American sitcoms on YouTube until I feel asleep and woke up the next day at 6am.
I felt rested without a doubt; but I was also super aware of that red flag on the floor next to my bed.
And with that, I hit pause on my CTRL-ALT-DELETE schedule and took the weekend off.
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Good thing too. Up next is a week that has the potential to rival all of March and April combined.
Bring it on I say.
Because come the 13th … it’s going to be me, my suitcase and my laptop taking our four-airports-in-three-countries trek to say a “hiya” to King Prince Charles (as my friends in North Somerset like to call him).
These past couple of years, work doesn’t let up regardless of where I am. And when I’m in England and working … I’m at least IN England. So, there’s that 🙂 .
Happy Sunday.