It's Colder in Boulder.
I work in Boulder now. The office move gave me a beautiful, but wretched commute, lengthening my day by two hours. I can see conversations going on around me in the godblogosphere, but can just stick my head in the doors, only partially participating.
I am immersed in life. My daughter divorces, my previous co-workers loose themselves from their families to lie and to "lie" together. My grandson cuddles on my lap. I notice that NO movies draw me. Books have to be renewed at the library. The pages turn so slowly now. Sleep is sound. The morning is sweet and quiet.
Hope you are the same.
I work in Boulder now. The office move gave me a beautiful, but wretched commute, lengthening my day by two hours. I can see conversations going on around me in the godblogosphere, but can just stick my head in the doors, only partially participating.
I am immersed in life. My daughter divorces, my previous co-workers loose themselves from their families to lie and to "lie" together. My grandson cuddles on my lap. I notice that NO movies draw me. Books have to be renewed at the library. The pages turn so slowly now. Sleep is sound. The morning is sweet and quiet.
Hope you are the same.
1 Comments:
At 4:54 PM, August 26, 2005, Dan Trabue said…
Miss hearing from you, fella. May you find the rest and time you need.
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