Weather whining

Actually, it's weather forecasting whining.

So here's what weather has been like



The high we (Moffett Field) had yesterday was 96. Now the prediction shows a high of 94, which looks plausible with the trends of the weather chart -- and when i look at the front maps, i don't see a change in fronts coming to us.



What's with this offering a "much cooler"? I don't believe this "much cooler" assertion at all.

The bedroom didn't cool off very well, and we woke still too warm at 4 am, and then realized one of the windows hadn't opened.

Goals Check-In: Week 12 (plus 2 days) of 17 (Summer/Autumn)

So, i'm taking more time off work soon. Looking at my calendar, i've been arranging a four day weekend each month for a bit. If i count the personal day each quarter plus the current accrual, it does turn out to be two days off per month. I'm relieved that i'm not spending more time off than i earn as i try to make sure i get the down time i need.

Even if the miraculous emotional state change doesn't seem to have persisted, it is time for me to return to my life. Yesterday, as Christine and i took a very long walk, i resolved that i will "indulge" my need for rest from work a little longer, but on Monday i need to evaluate and make some plans for the not at office time. Primarily, i have things i've not done for months, things i've dropped or put on the floor to accomodate the intensity of work. What do i do about those things? How do i "catch up" without having that need drive me nuts?


Yesterday's creation idea was to do some calligraphy around the injunctions to not worry in the Sermon on the Mount. ( Text review and finding it wanting for my creative purpose. )

I don't find myself able to write a reminder to not worry that grounds the reminder in an understanding of *why* not to worry that would be also be motivational. Verse 6:34 of Matthew tries to motivate you not to worry about tomorrow because today has its own "malice" (in Wycliff's translation) -- somehow, i find that simply motivation to worry about today.

Anyhow -- i had had a creative idea: do calligraphy as a gift, imagining some lovely inspiration to not worry, but i now believe that one must convince ones own self that the amygdala's fears need to be held at a distance. Rufus Jones calls it the slavery of fear. Each person will likely come to that by their own road.

I'm still trying to figure out what crochet to do on Saturday night when Christine and i have a needlework date.