I've had quite a week--a gloriously productive business trip, a solid set of deadlines met and things accomplished, an interesting week or two on LJ, some good family news, some disquieting family news, a ton of work ahead, and a weekend before me which I've largely planned out. I'm going to take a walk first thing in the morning, then do some legal work, then go to my brother's to finish up my friend Scott's jewel case inserts, then to a performance of Carmina Burana. Sunday I will hike in the morning, perhaps work a bit more, and then head to meet with LJ friends before mowing my yard and hiking some more. Next week I have one or two days of travel, and a great number of things to do.
But right now I feel as though I've climbed on and off too many roller coasters. I'm really not a roller coaster guy. I like the sedate rides which take me past interesting dreamy things--a bit fake, a bit child-like, sure, but keep my heart securely in my vest--or, if I am forced to be consistent from post to post, on my sleeve. I see the clearing in the distance, through the heavy woods, and it seems to me so far away, and yet the open spaces remain so inviting.
I got two more of my own CD mailed out to LJ friends, this time in Australia. I also got the money order for an eBay purhase. Somehow I managed to pay with Paypal, only to learn my seller doesn't take it. I'm glad it's Friday night.