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Last night i simply came home and collapsed. I ate salad and the squash pie i made this weekend with the no-gluten crust and a canned tuna steak (because the canned tuna from http://www.pelicanpackers.com/ is really like a canned tuna steak and not anything like the usual canned tuna). I'm surprised by my lack of desire for wheat; i will follow my instinct there.
I went to bed early and got up this morning to begin to start pulling my other responsibilities together. Sunday and Monday were marked by avoidant behavior. This morning it occurs to me that i should add the light change to my list of suspects, but i was not motivated to leave the candle lit bedroom for the SAD lamp in the office.
When Christine was gone in August i realized how important being warm is to me when i sleep. I think she would wake in the night and turn off the fan, while i slept thought the night and woke to have the morning air blowing across me. (And i missed her warmth, too.) With the sudden shifts of highs in the 90's to the 70's over a span of three or four days for the past several weeks, the cool of cool nights feels chill. How many blankets will i need in January?
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Yesterday driving to work i witnessed a tractor trailer jack-knifing as it merged off an exit on to 101. Moments of doing math: was the flatbed trailer going to decouple and intersect the lane where i was heading? Could i do anything? I was out of range before i could react. Smoke began from the skid marks and the tires and quickly screened the incident from my view. It didn't look like there would be injuries as long as traffic behind steered clear. I can't find anything about it this morning.
Christine has an interview for a job this morning. A few weeks ago she'd been contacted as a reference for one of her summer interns: she was a little miffed that the interviewer recognized that the past-intern needed to brush up on skills. Why hadn't they called her? Piles of resumes, i guess. They've called her now. She's still not sure she wants this role: i hope that she has a good experience on the interview.
I should bolt.
I went to bed early and got up this morning to begin to start pulling my other responsibilities together. Sunday and Monday were marked by avoidant behavior. This morning it occurs to me that i should add the light change to my list of suspects, but i was not motivated to leave the candle lit bedroom for the SAD lamp in the office.
When Christine was gone in August i realized how important being warm is to me when i sleep. I think she would wake in the night and turn off the fan, while i slept thought the night and woke to have the morning air blowing across me. (And i missed her warmth, too.) With the sudden shifts of highs in the 90's to the 70's over a span of three or four days for the past several weeks, the cool of cool nights feels chill. How many blankets will i need in January?
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Yesterday driving to work i witnessed a tractor trailer jack-knifing as it merged off an exit on to 101. Moments of doing math: was the flatbed trailer going to decouple and intersect the lane where i was heading? Could i do anything? I was out of range before i could react. Smoke began from the skid marks and the tires and quickly screened the incident from my view. It didn't look like there would be injuries as long as traffic behind steered clear. I can't find anything about it this morning.
Christine has an interview for a job this morning. A few weeks ago she'd been contacted as a reference for one of her summer interns: she was a little miffed that the interviewer recognized that the past-intern needed to brush up on skills. Why hadn't they called her? Piles of resumes, i guess. They've called her now. She's still not sure she wants this role: i hope that she has a good experience on the interview.
I should bolt.
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