tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-08

Desk and equipment movements at work have left me tired, but somehow satisfied. In the process of this and related stuff, I at least feel slightly more...part of things, I suppose. Putting more faces to names. Feeling useful. Talking about the future, and finding out that other people might have plans for me, which both balances and magnifies the nagging concern about what I'll do next, given the looming change to a part-time existence at this particular place. I'm looking forward to a (small) change, something that'll refresh my optimism and ward off the cynicism. But I'll have to cut down on this CD habit, and start spending my weekend time usefully. My camera's been sorely underutilized, lately - I walk plenty, but I haven't been thinking about potential photos - I don't feel as if I possess The Gift, but there's only one way to come closer to it...