The news from Lake Chapala in Mexico continues to be bad. Lots of damage in San Juan Cosala but, fortunately so far, little reported loss of life. It's surprising to me that American media has completely ignored the horrific weather-related catastrophe in a Mexican village. Next time a Katrina comes around, I think they should reciprocate, instead of gathering materials together to send to help.
OK, back to my smooth...I'll be calm.
The regular work-week is over, but there's more to come. My wife, who I hoped I'd convinced not to work weekends, plans on going to the office tomorrow. This business of ours is not worth the misery it causes and the time it robs from us. I refuse to do it anymore...work on weekends...unless absolutely required. My work is falling behind and I have all the classic symptoms of burnout, but I don't care. Let all the clients just walk off. Fuck them. We'll survive if we have to work as crossing guards. This is probably not healthy. But it's too late to be healthy.
Where did my smooth go? I intended... Oh, well. Maybe it's the fact that I woke up at 4:45 am for a 5:00 am conference call (people from Pakistan to Australia to North America...it's the only time to try). So, I'm tired. Not the time to write in the blog, but I do want to capture my moods...this is one of them.
I found some real relaxation over the past few days reading and viewing Bev's blog at Burning Silo. She and her husband, Don, have spent time recently in Nova Scotia (one of my most important "want to go" places) and she has posted lots about the Bay of Fundy. Her recent post about the tidal bore was fascinating. Through Bev's blog I came across another one, bayoffundy.blogspot.com that I found incredibly fascinating.
OK. Now I'm actually sleepy. I should dream about tidal bores in the Bay of Fundy.
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