6/7/00 Lost in the Fog.

I had to rush my shower this morning... sounds innocent enough, but sent me 1º off of my desired "true north" heading.

Oh yeah... it's garbage day. (I know I mention garbage day nearly every week on this journal, I don't know why), Drag the cans and recycling out to the curb.I wander another degree.

Detour! SR-500: the road I take to work was closed...actually CLOSED by an accident... now I'm 3º off course.

Believe it or not I wasn't late to work, I'm not sure how that happened. The day started off with as much productivity as I could muster, but my mind drifted, I felt kinda sad... then I started to feel really sad about nothing in particular - I just missed friends and family, and I drifted a bit more. Variate a few more degrees from a true heading.

Todd came in late to work, and complained that he was in a mental fog. It was the perfect description for the way I was feeling.

At lunch I went and got Calvin a new rim for his backboard to try and cut through the fog...but by then it was pretty entrenched. Todd and I were only Semi-productive today; a pretty major feat considering I feel like I just drank an entire bottle of Nyquil.

I wrote a couple of e-mails(not as many as I should have),and worked while I waited for incomming email.
I'm still waiting.

"In need of a beacon."