Balls and Walnuts
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wiped
I finished early today, mostly because this was my last day of IT training and the instructor covered the afternoon’s material in record time. I figured I would get home correspondingly early, but the traffic was not cooperative. Highway 101 in particular was a bitch, a parking lot from Petaluma to Rohnert Park. You wouldn’t think sitting on your ass would be tiring, but there’s something about traffic that really takes it out of me. When will the Japanese invent cars that do all the driving for you? At least then I could put the time to good use.
I’ve decided I want too much out of life. While I’m thankful I have a great job at a time when having ANY job is a blessing, I want more time for my family, too. The little pleasures . . . like making a good dinner for them. Tonight, since I still managed to get home 20 minutes earlier than usual, I was able to make a pasta puttanesca. That’s a dish a guy can be proud of! Not like last night, when I fixed ’em some sausage. Might as well make Hamburger Helper.
And I want to write, and I want to read my books, and I want to study for the Sleep Medicine boards exam, which is only an option in 2009 and 2011. (After 2011, I would need to do a one year sleep fellowship AND take the test to get board certification.) I want to work on my blogs and my medical website and I want the muse to wake up and I want, I want, I want. I’m telling you, I want too much. And I need to start thinking about the job search, since the current gig is temporary, and if they don’t find me a permanent spot in the system I could find myself in dire straits next August.
This weekend, I’m going to see if I can find some audiotapes on sleep medicine. If so, at least I can put my three hours or road time per day to good use.
How do people do it?
D.
every time you feel bad about your life, consider this: you could be K Duggar’s womb. Or one of her kids.
http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-national/20081219/18th.Baby/
I used to love my long commute! It was my private time, I found it very relaxing. I’ve never been an aggressive driver, and if someone was in a big rush I just let them go – never bothered with the “Me first!” arguments – just let the dickheads pass, and I enjoyed my radio, I’d sing, talk to myself and the DJ. I miss those hours of encapsulated freedom. I loved long drives.
Then again gas was $1.25 a gallon back then.
oh good! Then you can tell me why I’ve been waking up soaked in sweat. (Third time this week, new occurance.)
How do people do it? Mostly, we don’t. I have exactly the same issues you do. Except the studying for the sleep board thingie one.
Kate: Jordyn-Grace Makiya Duggar? Damn, that just screwed up a shitload of Duggar-Naming Pool Contestants.
Lyvvie: come out here and be my chauffeur! I’ll even let you sing and talk to yourself while I read my books.
nox: can be a sign of infection . . . hormonal changes. Those two things would be pretty high up on my list.
Dean: I think the idea is to tire us out so that when we hit our late 60s, we’re really and truly ready to retire.