(First written 7/13/06)
We’re back “on the road” and it’s a bit of an adjustment. Our trip to the U.K. is stuffed away in memory (and slide shows), like it barely was, in deep hiding with other past experience. Settling down in Clemmie was tough. First, the schedule: finish this, check that, go here, visit there. Thank goodness the mantle of simply being came out of storage: sit here, look there, notice this, hear that. Don’t have to be anywhere anytime. Do a little something, disappear into details. When it’s finished move on.
My work life was never so. A few fleeting moments on vacation perhaps. Otherwise, a busy routine, overseen by a mental “to-do” list erupting in the night, shoulder and neck muscles on permanent taut alert. Of all I worked at doing, what became of it? In the grand scheme of things, what of it really mattered?