Midsummer

 

Expressionism / Renato Guttuso/ La Vucirria

I am getting progressively less fond of 05:00.  It isn’t a great time of the day except for midsummer.  I think that my circadian is pretty closely tied to the sun, which in the Northwest presents a bit of a problem.  So I am sitting here typing away on an old laptop in front of a happy lamp, trying to convince a skeptical mind/body that it is time to start moving in a deliberate manner.

Back to the salt mines today.  I am not all that bothered by the actual process, it is just that at this point in time, it is getting others to do their job so that I can leave, clear conscience or no.  But I have to let go of the idea that the denizens of a federal bureaucracy have any idea how to plan ahead.  I can’t take any ownership of how they complicate the issue, I am washing my hands and just trust that they will figure it out somehow.  

Today is giving my retirement paperwork one last once-over and sign the documents and get them scanned.  

Other than that, I am preparing to restart the writing.  There is going to be time to do this kind of thing as I take my turns caring for an old friend.  I have everything set and I will finish up the bad first novel and get that process out of the way so I can use the obligatory bad first novel to work out the actual time/effort processes need to write extended works.  Luckily is is getting to be winter so there isn’t the siren call of good weather leading me to a lawn chair in the sun with a cold beer.