A bunch of randomness. Be warned.
Quote from James Hillman, psychoanalyst:
"Opportunities are not plain, clean gifts. They trail dark and chaotic attachments to their unknown backgrounds..."
A rock somehow got into my sock. Not just my shoe, but my sock. I thought it was my shoe and tried to empty that but discovered later that it was, unfortunately, not the solution and could do nothing in the ten minutes I had to get between places except to feel the rock digging into the ball of my feet. The little things in life can be the most wonderful, most meaningful experiences a person can live through, but on the same line, it's also the little things that can truly, utterly, ruin an experience.
I would forgive anyone who ever biked into me if I knew they had rocks in their socks. They are THAT distracting.
And no, I did not bike into anyone.
Working tonight from 5:15-8:30pm in the dishroom. Rain is promised this weekend, but not for a few hours yet. I still need to find time to bake my lump of sculpey. Our first floor lounge has a projector screen and (I'll bet) a projector somewhere too.
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