It is af if a cloud has formed underneath me and has carried my tired, aching carcass and gave me a reprieve against all the bruisings I’ve had over the past weeks.
I’m a bit surprised, because when I decided to see only the good in each day that comes, there is indeed little to complain about. A lot of stuff have suddenly sprung out from the woodwork, calling my attention to the wonders of creation, to the beauty of life.
It may not be bad, it’s like I am cruising through each day. Despite the seeming agitating and worrying situation all around, there’s something that is at peace within. Sublimeness I’ve never felt for a long time. I heeded some little voice and have posted the Desiderata here. For whatever it’s worth.
There’s so much work to do yet I still feel I can go on.
On a personal side, I still have to:
1. pay bills (utilities, bike registration, license renewal)
2. finish my research for a graduating student’s thesis (before mid-February)
3. send dogs over to vet for vaccines
4. write letters to
b. T. Bing
c. La Jo
5. answer e-mails
6. organize house: kitchen, rooms, library
7. buy bleach and detergent
8. see if I could enrol for summer term in university
9. Kayo’s story!!!
For work, I still need to:
1. Reach a peak speed
2. Improve output
3. Minimize absences and tardiness (tough job)
So, that’s a lot. A day at a time, a steady trickle will do the trick.
…I wonder where this sublime feeling came from… the tea I’ve been drinking, maybe.