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A day of minor frustrations
Kind of like little stuff going wrong, but some nice things in there somewhere.
Like finding the Tom Waits site I linked to earlier, and realising I couldn't listen to any of his songs.
Like clearing up some sloppy thinking at work, and having it bouncing back at me from a second source.
Like realising that Jim is coming this weekend, and I've got so much on.
Like realising that I haven't spent anything like enough time with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unblinkered this week.
Like still being estranged from my dad.
Ach.
And strange times on the motorway. This morning I passed about five miles of tailback on the Westbound M8. At lunchtime when I was heading into Glasgow there was an accident at Steppes, and 50 minutes of tailback on the other side of it. Tonight, when I wanted to get back into Glasgow for fencing, there was an hour's delay on a journey which should take 10 minutes - I gave up on getting to fencing and doubled back to the gym instead. When I left the gym, the journey home was back down to 7 minutes, but I passed another accident at the self same point. No emergency vehicles there yet, so I called it in on 999. Unsettling, greasy weather.
A day of bad karma.
People are saying nice things about my work, but the project feels holed beneath the waterline. Eddi Reader is singing "Bell, Book and Candle" on my stereo, and I'm haunted by many ghosts today. Some of them are welcome - Ruth, who I haven't seen in 5 or 6 years, Jim, who's back from the States and very welcome indeed. Some of them, I don't know. Old friends become, what? Absent, I guess. A couple of things unresolved. Ghosts have to be laid, don't they?
Still, some good stuff. It's nice to be reminded that I can be very good at what I do. It's nice to be chased by recruitment folk. It's nice to come home to first class leftovers, and a happy cat and dog, and a girlfriend who's out having fun. I guess letting Mr Waits back into my life is a double edged sword.
Old ghosts.
I wouldn't be me without them.
Like finding the Tom Waits site I linked to earlier, and realising I couldn't listen to any of his songs.
Like clearing up some sloppy thinking at work, and having it bouncing back at me from a second source.
Like realising that Jim is coming this weekend, and I've got so much on.
Like realising that I haven't spent anything like enough time with
unblinkered this week.Like still being estranged from my dad.
Ach.
And strange times on the motorway. This morning I passed about five miles of tailback on the Westbound M8. At lunchtime when I was heading into Glasgow there was an accident at Steppes, and 50 minutes of tailback on the other side of it. Tonight, when I wanted to get back into Glasgow for fencing, there was an hour's delay on a journey which should take 10 minutes - I gave up on getting to fencing and doubled back to the gym instead. When I left the gym, the journey home was back down to 7 minutes, but I passed another accident at the self same point. No emergency vehicles there yet, so I called it in on 999. Unsettling, greasy weather.
A day of bad karma.
People are saying nice things about my work, but the project feels holed beneath the waterline. Eddi Reader is singing "Bell, Book and Candle" on my stereo, and I'm haunted by many ghosts today. Some of them are welcome - Ruth, who I haven't seen in 5 or 6 years, Jim, who's back from the States and very welcome indeed. Some of them, I don't know. Old friends become, what? Absent, I guess. A couple of things unresolved. Ghosts have to be laid, don't they?
Still, some good stuff. It's nice to be reminded that I can be very good at what I do. It's nice to be chased by recruitment folk. It's nice to come home to first class leftovers, and a happy cat and dog, and a girlfriend who's out having fun. I guess letting Mr Waits back into my life is a double edged sword.
Old ghosts.
I wouldn't be me without them.
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I keep meaning to apologise about going all lame on you over coming up - turned out to be harder than I reckoned to herd those particular cats, but I'm sorry I ended being so vague. I'm usually quite the organised planner. Meh.
I definitely need to come up, though. I'm missing the hills and the people and the dampness.
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No, ghosts don't have to be laid.
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