One o'em weeks

It's funny the little pieces that add up to a week of quiet withdrawal... about to bleed, earthquake anniversary, Hannah's love of MLK, new president, new job, kid juggling sleep/awake/loneliness... I've discovered the reason they call work, work, and not something more joy-inspiring like fun, is because it is work and the reason they pay you to work is so you find a way to inspire joy where the fun has worn thin. Love my jobs; still getting used to this whole every day routine. Frankly, it's nice for Hayden to miss me a bit. The school terms are a mere 10 weeks; I know to schedule work earlier in the day and more condensed hours (skip the extra evening hours when he's for sure awake). Interpreting comes naturally for me, and for that I am eternally and deeply grateful... 'cept this one class. I'm workin' in there. whew. My brain is t.i.r.e.d. when I'm done. That's where I make my money. And I gotta walk to the 4th floor for it (which I've just realized is a climb of 3 flights not the 4 flights I'd originally given myself credit for. still burns. may as well be 4. How did I survive highschool? oh yeah, I wasn't a 40 year old smoker back then!). And my boss comes this week, when I'm all-a-funkified, to come watch me work. She witnessed me earning my keep; I pulled it out and away *<:D I'm good. Even running at about 32.48%, so long as I use all 32.48% to it's fullest! And I realized that is probably the secret to making this whole juggling act work. Givin what I got. All of it. Amy Steinberg has something to say about that. On her Fall Down to Fly album, Shine. Yeah, I'm gonna hang out with Amy this afternoon. And bleed. And knit. some. more. After I get dressed (?) and walk the dog. Possibly downtown to get the car. Hmmm, I suppose oxygen would do me good. Daggumit, now I can't avoid walking the dog any longer and I didn't even get to whine about my Loki-possessed cell phone.