I'm having a hard time getting motivated to start working today. The report that snuck onto my desk in the last working hour of Friday is still here, still half-complete, begging for me to pick it up and start entering dividend rates and looking up unit costs.
I'm not sure why, but I had been entertaining this complex delusion in which someone else deemed this report a high priority and took it upon themselves to finish it yesterday, in my absence. Oh, well... It was a nice fantasy.
Having yesterday off was nice. I have another planned vacation day on Friday, and I'm tempted to call in apathetic on Thursday as well. We'll see.
Yesterday, cowboy_r and I woke up far earlier than we needed to. We spent a leisurely morning around the house, and left around 11:30 to meet diamond_j in Manhattan for lunch. We had mexican food in a pretty good restaurant that R recalled enjoying when he lived here. (Cantina, on 12th Street near University Place). It was decorated in typical Mexican restaurant style, with the addition of a generous sprinkling of shamrocks.
After saying our farewells to J, who was off to an appointment, we wandered down to the WTC site. I'd been more-or-less stalling on going down there, but since R had worked in one of those Buildings That Aren't There Anymore, I had mentioned that if he should decide he wanted to see the place for himself, I would like to take the opportunity and come along.
He sums it up well.
As I mentioned to him later, it hadn't affected me the way I expected it to - the way it affected him - because that part of the city isn't a place I visited much. It's not something I really had much context for. I'd never gotten out of that subway exit when the buildings were there, so I couldn't appreciate what it looked like with them missing. The skyline as seen across the Hudson River, or the view from my office, affect me much more.
I guess the almost-abstraction of the buildings from a more distant perspective was a part of my daily life in the way that the buildings themselves, in a stand-in-front-of-them, go-to-work-in-them way, were not. In my lifetime, I think I only actually passed them on foot, or entered them, a total of (hold on, I'm counting...) 5 or 6 times.
Still, I was glad to be there with R, to share in a part of his experience of them; I was glad to be there for R, to offer an ear to listen and a hand to hold while he processed what he needed to process.
Anyway, from there, we wandered and did a bit of window shopping, and then headed home.
We only spent a total of 4 hours in the city, but it took a lot out of us. By about 8 or 9 pm, we were both ready to crash, and we did head off to sleep not much later than that.
So, why am I so tired today?