Speaking only in the most general terms, work has been engaging. I’ve never engraved so many new wrinkles into my brain in such a short period of time. Most new job training that I’ve been on has involved rote repetition until I get a series of commands down and then being left to my own devices. Now, I’ve been given an entirely new nest of concepts to wrap my head around. Fascinating stuff, though a little daunting. I’m drinking from the firehose.
This week has picked up my internal clock and chucked it across the room. I went to the Beanpot on Monday, which meant I didn’t do any writing and didn’t get home until 11:30. I had the first stage of my black belt pre-test last night, meaning I worked out for three hours straight (at varying levels of intensity) and didn’t get home until 10:45. And I’m no longer driving to Quincy in the morning, so I’m breaking 4 years of habit in my morning routine. And it’s been bitter cold all week.
I apologize if I don’t see you tonight at karaoke. I’d like to make it out, really and truly, but I may just get home and lapse into a coma.