I know, two days without writing. Don’t worry though, nothing horrible happened to me – I’ve just been spending time with our guests in from Florida, and taking a break from the daily routine. Yesterday, however, I, like millions of other dragging Americans, made the sad return to work.
Monday though, we took Sharaun’s cousin Mia and her son Tate up to Tahoe to see the sights. Even though we were initially bummed that the mid-80° temperatures that we had last weekend had disappeared in favor of cold, clouds, and rain, we ended up having a great time despite the weather. Once we got home and got all dressed-down we lounged on the couch while Sharaun got on the phone with the Chinese joint up the street to order dinner. Finally we capped off the day-off watching Cloverfield, a movie I actually really enjoyed.
I wish I could take more vacation while they’re here, but I’m all booked up through the end of the year and will have to resort to sneaking out early here and there while I can for the rest of the week. Also, it’s tough to write with company in town… so you’re gonna get a mixed bag of stuff today (and perhaps for the remainder of the week).
Sometimes I wonder if I’m going to work at my job forever. On one hand, I feel like I might like to do just that. I’m good at it, I like it, and it’s not that hard for me. Why wouldn’t I want to stick around and do it until I retire? On the other hand, I feel like there might come a point where I’m just “done” with it. I often fantasize that this will take the form of me finally having my fill of the modern business world and running off into the country with Sharaun to grow alpacas or something… but that’s probably not too realistic. Anyway, I think the whole alpaca thing is a scam anyway. In fact, maybe I should try to invent the next “alpaca.” I could popularize some under-the-radar animal that no one wants, sing its supposed virtues and sell poseur hippies like me on forsaking their careers and disappear into the country to tend to the beasts. If not though, I bet I stick around here for a while. I’m a creature of comfort, you see, I tend to settle into a routine and stay there. Upsetting that routine upsets me.
For now, I plan on taking it one day at a time. Things seem to be moving pretty fast under that approach thus far. Too bad the same days, weeks, months and years I’m at work to go fast that I want to go slow as Keaton grows. If anyone figures that out, let me know, OK?
Goodnight.