Beautiful morning. Just the type of sunny and cool to get me up and going. I have been sleeping very poorly lately. We switched from a king to a queen hoping to discourage our daughters from co-sleeping and to reclaim some floor space in our bedroom. Who likes a bedroom that's all bed? Not me.
I went to bed about ten last night instead of one. I didn't crash out straight away, but it was a good idea. I did some reading. Bicycling magazine came in the mail yesterday. I haven't done much riding so far this spring. One really beautiful ride last week. I wanted to get up and go out for a ride this morning before work. But I had to find my bluetooth headset as I'll be in the car much of the day trying to produce a photo shoot. I cleaned up some stuff in my office but I couldn't find it. I knew when I bought that thing it was going to be another silly tiny thing to keep tabs on. First I misplaced its charger in the recent move and by the time I found that I had misplaced the earbud. Ugh.
I'm pretty ADD sometimes. I ended up going through some old report cards of mine and my mother's. I didn't get too deep. I was surprised to be reminded how shy I was a young child. My kindergarten teacher wrote that I rarely spoke and was always respectful when I did. Probably more terrified than polite.
I also pulled up a four-button iPod. I tried to plug it in, but I think it requires a firewire connection rather than USB. Goodness knows what mixes are on that device from 2003. I don't even know if it will take a charge. A lot of these digital devices, especially hard drives, need to be plugged in every so often.
I read the final story of Refresh, Refresh last night. I acclimated to the horror a bit and the stories became less supernaturally creepy. The last story said it was about a bear, so the suspense as to what was being confronted was minimal. I didn't get to sleep after Percy so I delved into a T. Coraghessan Boyle story called Modern Love that I'd read before. Funny and a bit morbid.
I took a walk this morning instead of a ride and thought a bit about Percy. (I didn't remember reading Boyle until now.) My thoughts about his writing are faint at the moment. I'm a bit preoccupied with the work I've been doing. I'm meeting up with the photographer later this morning. I'll be showing him around this beautiful city, helping him find places that will help him tell the stories he needs to tell next week.
Life is good. I am amazed by all the loveliness that surrounds me.