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Christine's out of the house and off to demonstrate GIS to middle schoolers. The roomba is recharging after a first pass over the living area. Greycie Loo has rushed a mourning dove, leading to the rush of wings and cat bells as the dove, juncos, and towhees left foraging under the feeder. All the windows are open, letting in the mild cool air. It's going to get warm today, altogether pleasant. Outside a gentle breeze blows the long curtains of eucalyptus leaves in a shimmering display of light, punctuated by the pink pom-pom blossoms.

At least part of me is responding to the shift in the weather.

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The VPN won't connect: it looks like something in the routing between my home provider to the office. I switched to the Google network and, after an odd delay, finally connected to the Google network and was able to fire up the VPN -- er, for a moment. Meanwhile, some sort of compressor engine is running out my window. Not quite jackhammer madness, but loud and insistent. Citrix is up and stable, so i can find a cranky, whiny email from a product person whining about a 4 pm meeting on a Friday. Suck it up, buddy. It's only 1 pm here, and i get up at 6 am for your product's meetings.

Greycie Loo is insisting on my full attention.

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It seems quiet on LJ . Cue tumbleweeds, cue hawk sound effect.

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Christine's point of the day: today's eighth graders are younger than browser technology.

She came home with some need to decompress about the inattention of the kids, the chatting cliques, the young geek who complained he had 624 text messages with a sigh. I was decompressing from my very successful meeting. I took hours to wind down. After a while, i told myself that the meeting was very efficient and may save me and other folks grief come the next fiscal year and that it was probably worth it even if i was wound up the whole day.

One of the folks involved, the one who whined about the 4 pm on a Friday schedule -- he does seem to get personally aggrieved by things. It's as if developing software takes time just to piss him off. So, i think i was holding my breath, steeling myself to deal with him. When it was done, i wasn't entirely free to move on.

Around five i quit my holding pattern of distractions and spent several hours answering an email request for support from the clerk of our meeting. I think i was helpful.

The rest of the evening was whittled away with diversions.

I know i must be framing my "needs to do" wrong -- that was part of my comments to our clerk -- i do feel so burdened and i'm not taking care of myself (laundry and exercise). Christine would exercise for me if she could, but somehow i need to motivate myself.

Tonight i will sleep without an alarm, and then tomorrow... we'll see.