*yawn* ...tired but calm :)
I have work to do today. Lots of it. One emergency project and two meetings, 9:30-11:00 and 1:30-3:00.
I slept last night, a full 6 hours. I think I had strange dreams, but I don't remember them. The house was so empty and quiet and cold after having people in it all weekend. (Literally cold. It's amazing how much warmer the house is with extra bodies moving around in it.)
I was pretty low for a while, but I felt better upon crawling into bed with my cat and a book. This morning, waking up to the empty house, I was at peace with the solitude. As much as I enjoy the company of others, I need my alone-time, too.
I'm not used to being happy. I never trust it. I always expect it to be a brief tease setting me up for something miserable. Hope, however, is in the air. Healing, too.
Bringing someone to my office window and watching them stare speechlessly at the hole in the skyline reinforced to me that it's ok to still be having trouble dealing with all this. Sometimes I feel as if it should be time to be over it already (you don't have to say it, Shana, I know. *hug*). Seeing other people react strongly when they get an idea of what I experienced, helps me to accept that my reactions are justified.
Which reminds me that I've never gotten around to putting up the photos. I'll put them in a separate post. If I could be arsed to hang around till after sundown, I would get a photo of the lights from the same vantage point, just to complete the set. I'm thinking about it... weighing how much work I could catch up on if I stayed a couple extra hours vs. getting home and relaxing. I guess you'll know by whether I put a photo of it up or not.
I actually brought my camera in so that I could get a photo of a graffiti scrawl that reads "I am not a graffiti artist." I'll post it tonight - I think it came out well.
I slept last night, a full 6 hours. I think I had strange dreams, but I don't remember them. The house was so empty and quiet and cold after having people in it all weekend. (Literally cold. It's amazing how much warmer the house is with extra bodies moving around in it.)
I was pretty low for a while, but I felt better upon crawling into bed with my cat and a book. This morning, waking up to the empty house, I was at peace with the solitude. As much as I enjoy the company of others, I need my alone-time, too.
I'm not used to being happy. I never trust it. I always expect it to be a brief tease setting me up for something miserable. Hope, however, is in the air. Healing, too.
Bringing someone to my office window and watching them stare speechlessly at the hole in the skyline reinforced to me that it's ok to still be having trouble dealing with all this. Sometimes I feel as if it should be time to be over it already (you don't have to say it, Shana, I know. *hug*). Seeing other people react strongly when they get an idea of what I experienced, helps me to accept that my reactions are justified.
Which reminds me that I've never gotten around to putting up the photos. I'll put them in a separate post. If I could be arsed to hang around till after sundown, I would get a photo of the lights from the same vantage point, just to complete the set. I'm thinking about it... weighing how much work I could catch up on if I stayed a couple extra hours vs. getting home and relaxing. I guess you'll know by whether I put a photo of it up or not.
I actually brought my camera in so that I could get a photo of a graffiti scrawl that reads "I am not a graffiti artist." I'll post it tonight - I think it came out well.
