Crunched again

How I feel right now: Tired (yawned while writing that.) Pressed for time, and a little frustrated. A hollow feeling. Out of control. Circle one: mad sad glad (afraid). Underlying anxiety, not terror. Ungrounded. Ungrounded. Wanting to go back to center. A little strung out on small tasks.

Yet again, time is of the essence.

I had a pretty good day at work. Slow computer organization before; even got a minimal weight training routine in. I spent the evening doing laundry (crap! I still have to take it out of the dryer before I go to bed. I've got to zip through this tonight), doing some minimal shopping at Trader Joe's (which I ran to and from in my new Vibrams), preparing even more for selling the Dell, and then noticing at the last minute that my copy of Ptolemy's Almagest has been purchased on Amazon marketplace, so I've got to get that done tomorrow afternoon. I need to remember that the more thought I put into it, the more time I put into it, and the less valuable my compensation is. I've got to print out the papers, put it in the bag and get it to the post office. That's that.

My memory adaptor has shipped and should arrive soon. So, photos.

I want to focus a little more on my plants. I need to come up with a better solution for the pregnant onions. They need more sunlight, though Maria has adopted them for the small dorm. I will see about making sure the blinds and maybe the door are open for a good part of the day. Or, they could just go outside, and we could find other plants for inside the dorm.

Also, I'm not finding any deals on Peru. I'm finding all kinds of deals on Cancun, though. Which gives me the idea for a Yucatan, Guatemala, Belize trip, instead of Peru. We'll see. The price has got to drop considerably before I'm going to buy a ticket. Definitely under $1000. But maybe it's important enough to spend that much? I don't know. And I've got to act soon.

I think I'm going to stop there. I hear the garage door way down below, and I think Mary and Jesus have arrived. It's always distressing going to bed after they do, considering how much earlier I wake up. It's the opposite of feeling restful.

Yes, I'm feeling a bit of anxiety. A wildflower taking over my garden. How can I adapt to it?

Good night, all.