My Last, Best Job

It's Sunday morning, I've just brought my wife home from her overnight shift at the hospital, and my grandson is in the adjacent living room watching TV.

I've just sat down at the computer, with my first cup of coffee, having decided to work on the LJ entries that I'll eventually import to my PC and convert to hardcopy.

It struck me, as I sat down to do this, that I feel a lot like I did when I walked into work, back in the day. You know, that feeling of resolve, that drawing into focus of whatever appeared on the landscape around you, the anticipation of whatever might rise up on the horizon in front of you.

Which seems like a good place to be for my last, best job...

LPK
LiveJournal
3.29.2015

An Hour Later...

Not far into things, this morning, I ran into some heavy traffic that I knew was out there but hadn't anticipated finding right around this particular corner.

Somehow, I hadn't remembered what a truly horrific year 2007 had turned out to be. At the moment, I can't even say whether I captured the trainwreck intensity of it so well that the nightmare vision of it is what blew me back from the tracks, or if the simple, unadorned recitation of those events, in the closing months of that year, would've been enough.

In any case, I've gotta put it away for a while...

LPK
LiveJournal
3.29.2015