A bad day: vertigo, foot drop, exhaustion, a frightening inability to remain upright in a chair, a definite tendency to fly off the handle (somehow a work day ending with me in the program manager’s office at 5:15 telling him I’d like to slit my throat has a certain je ne sais quoi). Stay tuned.
A bad day, but not so bad that you were unable to blog. So it wasn’t a total loss. I have been meaning to say I really like the whole design of your blog, the layout and how it works. Very nice.
Sorry to hear you got to the ‘one step back’ part of your journey. Hope you can shake it.
Maybe you’re taking on too much, Katja?
Michael, you’re a naked frisbee player.
Stephen, thanks for your kind comments, I’ve been enjoying your thoughts and photos as well.
hope today is better. How did the program manager take your statement?? ;)
Hope your weekend os a good un
He asked me not to slit my throat, cause he appreciated the good job I am doing.
I need to write an entry about the agony and ecstasy of over-achieving; I tiled approximately 25 square feet this morning and am now in bed, possibly for the rest of the day (I can’t figure out how to write that last sentence without sounding sorry for myself, even though I know it’s my own fault).
I don”t think you sound sorry for yourself, frustrated maybe.
be kind to yourself, you seem like a harsh judge of all you do
glad the program manager had the balls to answer yo.