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rfmcdonaldA barebones outline of the day:
I took a taxi to work, and got there at 8:30. Once there, I picked up my schedule for the week, and was gratified to notice that assuming half-hour lunch and dinner breaks I'll have at least 31 hours. Work went slowly in the morning, but it sped up nicely in the afternoon. I went for supper at the Formosa Tea House, left at 6 o'clock for the gym, did 40 minutes of biking there, and then went to the Charlottetown Mall where I bought a jacket and ashoe-polishing kit from the local Moore's and some shirts and a pair of pants from the local Jack Fraser. Then to home, et cetera.
Now, the day was much more than that, since I kept running into friends of mine and socializing happily with them. In the afternoon, for instance, I met up with Dave Neatby (he wanted to use one of the public-access computers to write an essay for his Boer War class), Colmán O'Hare (looking up our copies of Motngomery's The Alpine Path and Bolger's Years Before Anne), Will Pate (who invited me to the upcoming Island blogger's conference this Thursday at 1 pm at Interlude café across from City Hall), and a fourth gentleman whose name I forget but who I remember fondly from the Political Science lounge. I found tim to socialize with them all even as a worked; more importantly, I did so effectively and (I think) with mutual enjoyment. It was fun, enjoyed without reservations or concerns.
After I got off work at 4 o'clock, I was going to walk directly to the gym, but I decided to stop off at the Formosa Tea House for supper. Just five minutes after I pulled myself in, Jen Galle and Sobia Ali came in. I invited them to my table, and for the next two hours--until closing--we had a great conversation, talking about everything from concerns about American imperialism to the role of language as a vehicle for the diffusion of cultural modernity to the shocking self-destruction of the Nepali royal family two years ago to Jen's new boyfriend. (After 5 o'clock, Brody and Dirk Druett made appearances, and we chatted.) Again, here, everything was fine.
Afterwards, the gym went nicely (William Gibson's new novel, Pattern Recognition, is superb), as did the clothes-shopping for grad school.
For some reason, today was problem-free, and quite energetic. Maybe it was because I'm taking Zoloft, maybe because it's all the caffeine I've ingested (in two large coffees and cups of tea), maybe I'm just having a good day. Whatever the reason, it was a nice day.
I took a taxi to work, and got there at 8:30. Once there, I picked up my schedule for the week, and was gratified to notice that assuming half-hour lunch and dinner breaks I'll have at least 31 hours. Work went slowly in the morning, but it sped up nicely in the afternoon. I went for supper at the Formosa Tea House, left at 6 o'clock for the gym, did 40 minutes of biking there, and then went to the Charlottetown Mall where I bought a jacket and ashoe-polishing kit from the local Moore's and some shirts and a pair of pants from the local Jack Fraser. Then to home, et cetera.
Now, the day was much more than that, since I kept running into friends of mine and socializing happily with them. In the afternoon, for instance, I met up with Dave Neatby (he wanted to use one of the public-access computers to write an essay for his Boer War class), Colmán O'Hare (looking up our copies of Motngomery's The Alpine Path and Bolger's Years Before Anne), Will Pate (who invited me to the upcoming Island blogger's conference this Thursday at 1 pm at Interlude café across from City Hall), and a fourth gentleman whose name I forget but who I remember fondly from the Political Science lounge. I found tim to socialize with them all even as a worked; more importantly, I did so effectively and (I think) with mutual enjoyment. It was fun, enjoyed without reservations or concerns.
After I got off work at 4 o'clock, I was going to walk directly to the gym, but I decided to stop off at the Formosa Tea House for supper. Just five minutes after I pulled myself in, Jen Galle and Sobia Ali came in. I invited them to my table, and for the next two hours--until closing--we had a great conversation, talking about everything from concerns about American imperialism to the role of language as a vehicle for the diffusion of cultural modernity to the shocking self-destruction of the Nepali royal family two years ago to Jen's new boyfriend. (After 5 o'clock, Brody and Dirk Druett made appearances, and we chatted.) Again, here, everything was fine.
Afterwards, the gym went nicely (William Gibson's new novel, Pattern Recognition, is superb), as did the clothes-shopping for grad school.
For some reason, today was problem-free, and quite energetic. Maybe it was because I'm taking Zoloft, maybe because it's all the caffeine I've ingested (in two large coffees and cups of tea), maybe I'm just having a good day. Whatever the reason, it was a nice day.
