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Does anybody really care?

I don’t, at least not until tomorrow morning.
Welcome to the new Spring time, unless you are in AZ or one of the other locales that doesn’t play along with the rest of us.
This really confused me when I was looking at Carl and Ashlan’s travel information, on the same flight, 2 weeks apart. They left at the same time, but Ashlan got in an hour earlier.

My plan was to keep going to bed “earlier” so my getting up time was “normal”.
My other plan was to finish the boy’s taxes.
Apparently these two plans were not compatible, and taxes won. [Really I won, they are finished except for sending them off to the appropriate party for completion. And that is all three – Feds plus 2 states. And wow, CA’s are really weird. A/B x C + some other number that appears out of the ether, go to this table, no that table, oh – someone else claims you as a dependent, then ignore the instructions on the form and do this instead. Jeesh!]

Tonight it is early to bed for sure, or would that be normal to bed since the clocks have been formally shifted. I am so confused, and so is my body. And while there was a time change for Carl to deal with on the flight out, there is not on the flight back. But since he does not wear a timepiece, I doubt he cares.

I am on a dinner break from my assignments for today. I took an earlier break to talk with my spouse. Brief bit of the conversation.
J “How’s the weather there?”
C “Hot – really been nice.”
J “it’s hailing here now”
Today’s weather has been rain, cloudy, a bit of sun, hail, rain, snow, and just now Thunder-ice/snow.
I have spent the day indoors, and am cozy enough. Tomorrow is equally dicey from a predictable time to get out and about. I just hope Monday gets back to normal, simple rain.

Have you ever looked at something and just known that it was perfect for you.

I went to a “Salon” tonight, a small gallery with artwork by 6 of 7 different artists, held in a community center/renovated school. One of the artists is a friend of ours.

I wandered along, looking at the different offerings, and then one hit me.
It was a print by our friend, and it was perfect for me.
Titled “Contemplation,” it was a linoleum cut print (I think) of a person’s shadow stretching out over water, with gentle ripples. In blues.

It touched me. I don’t know if it was the artwork, the connection to water I always feel, the similarity to standing at the lake’s edge (ocean’s edge in Mexico for her), the fact that I had been up since 3, the fact that the artist lost her husband way to young last year, but it touched me. I told her that if it was still available at the end to get in touch with me. Somethings are just meant to be.

I feel like I am working in the Eastern Time Zone!

UPDATE:
GIVE ME A CUP OF COFFEE may have been a better title.
I live and work in Seattle, jitter capital of the US, and I have drunk coffee since I learned how in college. Usually I have about 1-1/2 cups of coffee made at work. Sometimes I will take a travel cup from home.

1st full cup – Today I had a travel cup from home
1/2 cup – Carl had a travel cup from home, but only got 1/2 drunk before he was deposited at the airport. So I added it to my 1/2 drunk cup.
2nd full cup – Our maintenance man is usually the first to arrive, and was kind enough to start the coffee right up since I was already here. So I had a cup of work coffee too. (didn’t want to hurt his feelings)
3rd full cup – And our department admin assistant brought me a latte. Just being nice like she is.

So it is 2, I have been here for about 9-1/2 hours, and am still doing relatively well. I was hoping to be down to non-thinking repetitive work by this time, but still have to finish a write-up for a presentation on Monday. The walk at lunchtime really helped to keep me alert. Sunny and brisk. But I can feel that little place in the back of my skull just waiting for anything that will allow it to instigate a meltdown into non-productivity.

You know how when you really need to get to sleep – how easy is it really.
You may have been tired at work or play.
But, unless you’re really gassed, going to bed early does not always translate to going to sleep early.

We shall try tonight. Tomorrow morning is going to be tough.
But the good side is early to work – when I work best. And if it is too tough in the afternoon, early to home too.

I borrowed a movie from a friend. Finally got a chance to watch it tonight. “Dear Frankie.” I really enjoyed the movie. Probably would be considered a chic flic. It is the quiet type of movie I really enjoy.

Work beckons on either side. That is why we need quiet movies in the middle.

And as an add-on to the last post – my eagle sightings have not been in a vacuum. News at 11

On my drive in this morning the 520 Eagle made an entrance as I was approaching the water. [520 is one of the floating bridges connecting Seattle to the “East Side”.] It chose to land on one of the lightposts directly above the traffic, and instead of assuming the customary straight up position, it stayed somewhat canted. Now I am not an expert in birds, but I do believe that at least on occassion this position is used to off load some weight.

So – would it be cool or just gross to have an Eagle poop on your windshield on the way to work?

So our office HR person does a little newsletter each month that goes up in our bathroom stalls. Everybody sees it and probably has time over the month to read it. It has little tidbits about employee anniversaries, something slightly educational, and what of interest is going on that month.

This month’s most surprising item for me was the time change. Spring Forward. I have had a harder time with this time change the last few years, and I am not looking forward to this year’s change. And to boot, I need to get up at 3 AM on Friday to get Carl to the airport on time. So, if I can just convince myself that Friday is THE TIME CHANGE, and go with it, I will be two days ahead and maybe adjust before it is time to go back to work, on time, on Monday. [Of course, I then have to stay up late on Monday to pick Carl up at the airport.]

Something happened yesterday that hasn’t happened in at least a decade.

I wore a dress.

To a gathering at a local watering hole to wish a friend well when they move next week.
It might have gone unnoticed by most in attendance, except Carl can’t keep a secret.

Thank you Ashlan. (With the black shoes)