busy–Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest (25 April, "Ready in Season")
Settling in for a cup of tea at Chazen (the teahouse formerly known as Blue Willow). Some mobility from the office while I work always feels exceptionally freeing. Need to rework more of my job in this vein, so that I may serve with vigor instead of teetering on the edge of burnout.
Selected a Merlot for tonight's staff dinner. A friend suggests that you can't go wrong with a Merlot. Almost entirely true, but there may be a few exceptions. As the old Gallo saying advises, serve no wine before it's time. Today I learned that a wine must have enough of a center to withstand some aging. That sounds about right.
My journal is fuzzy because my mind is fuzzy; my thoughts read as disconnected because they are. It's not smooth, but it's accurate. I'm not slowing down even when I slow down. Trying to start having Fridays and Saturdays off, which may help. Help is relative, however– I suspect (and am not alone in doing so) that I am setting this pace for myself. Immersing myself in work and sleeping poorly are part of an old pattern. We all find our ways to cope. Or to avoid.
I long to feel the breeze that has stirred outside. Today's sun has receded into grey.
