I swear I’m starting to sound like a broken record repeating myself -- though now that I think about it, broken records don’t repeat. In fact, broken records don’t play at all. I wonder why the saying isn’t “sounding like a skipping record” instead?!?
I do realize I’ve been terribly neglectful of my blogging friends, as well as the blog itself. Nothing is wrong with me . . . other than I’m desperately trying to discover a loophole for this whole there are only 24 hours in a day deal we have going on.
The new job is going well. I think this place might be a really good fit for me and my personality. It’s nice & quiet in the office for the majority of the day, but it’s a laid-back quiet which works well for me. In case you haven’t noticed, I have a tendency to be a little hyper-aware of . . . well, just about everything. There are so many less distractions to my concentration (I’m convinced I’m borderline ADHD anyway) that I’m looking forward to the time when things get – as I’ve been warned – noticeably slower. Might turn out to be a good place to get some writing done.
I’m leaving on Friday to head to San Francisco.
They say this is where I'm staying. The room looks nice and spacious, but I’m worried about the traffic noise and gusting winds. *shrugs*
Don’t know how much time (if any) I’ll have to get on the computer. So if you don’t hear from me at ALL after Friday don’t panic. If you don’t hear from me by the 7th at the latest, please call Alcatraz to make sure I wasn’t accidently left behind on the boat tour.
Other than that I have nothing to announce …. except that LOST is officially over and I’m officially in mourning. Please send copious amounts of chocolate!