Fridays are for me, as for most anyone, an exercise in clockwatching. I have four hours of work ahead of me followed by 6 hours of transit.

This morning as I am facing the beginning of official clockwatching season, I looked up to find the time and found not one but three huge urban clocks on buildings that I can see easily from my breakfast-plate.

Needing to find the time in this town is not actually ever a problem.

...oops, there's a fourth!


- s.

The last few weeks I have been traveling a lot. Each weekend I commute to and from Colorado to be with my family. I start each week exhausted and spend the next four days playing catch up. All this is not a challenge. It means I get to see my wife and daughter and it means I get to have a job.

It is regardless of the payoff, wearing. I will continue in this practice until I find a better way for things to go. Mostly that means until a job is found that supports my family.

Thus last weekend L and N spared me the travel and brought home to me. This was a true blessing. We were able to spend the weekend playing, catching up with one another and friends too long neglected, and breathing.

It is amazing how a small reversal can so greatly effect a dynamic. I feel recharged. There is no bus in my immediate future.


- s.