Waiting

For once I made it to the airport with plenty of time to relax. There's an application for a leadership program that I need to finish today, and I thought sitting in the airport would be the perfect time to do it. I have to stay put here in this seat for another hour since SWA won't let me check-in my bag until four hours before my flight.
The trip out west was wonderful. I got to do everything I wanted to: eat Ethiopian, see the ocean, drink wine, and explore. It was all good.
I think I'm going to open a flickr account so I can upload the photos. It was fun taking pictures of all the scenery and architecture here.

No halbo nada...

Even among the locura (which is now considered to be my "normal" life), I've noticed a new quirk. After reviewing emails, I've noticed several participles missing the -ed suffix and just odd sentence structure. I'm glad I took the time to proofread.
The other morning, I was having an internal issues convention about a meeting I didn't want to attend. Suddenly, my thoughts we're interrupted: "I'll just tell him I won't be disponsible. I'm busy," I told myself. It made perfect sense.
So let's just say I'm muy lista para mi tripecito. Me voy mañana.

(Y soy tan esmart que invento mi propio idiotoma...)

Overload

So I missed the lilacs this year, all except for a few blooms that I noticed during walking meditation.
An important deadline came and went, and I completely forgot.
My gratitude list is short today. I'm thankful I get a day off tomorrow and a trip this weekend. I need to recharge.
I often wish my brain were more like a cpu. I need a defrag bad.