Another Day and Night

Originally Posted Friday, August 29, 2014

This is the last day, I hope, of the great oppressiveness and time pilfering of the factory.  A three day weekend approaches.  I plan on nothing but long walks and healthy food and naps, movies and books and, perhaps, sweet and milky teas.  Coffee and breakfasts and dinner with my mother.  Three days is not enough time to heal the damage just done, but perhaps a start over in the gym, some sun by the pool, a walk on the boulevard. 

Even the beauty parlor was a chore last night.  My little Russian Jew friend fit three other people into my time, one just running over half an hour into my appointment, one a friend who had her hair washed (what is up with that?), and then one booked during my time.  I was there for over three hours and got home exhausted.  Took some Sandman and dropped into bed.  Slept fitfully, perhaps close to apnea death, and woke far too late this morning.  I will be late and in more trouble than I already am for being the sort of fellow I can't help but be no matter how they beat me and try to make me otherwise.  Management is finding less and less value in me all the time, I think, and when that happens. . . .  I'd better find an outlet for my pictures, something monetary, I think.  I may have sudden motivation for that. 

And there is another stress as well not yet public that will continue for awhile.  Not even the new camera has helped.  Perhaps I can make some pictures this weekend though.  Mostly, I think, I need to concentrate on getting back to that happy go lucky sweetest boy on earth person I still am.  I know it is true.  I can feel it in my broken, aching bones.