This past week has just flown by. It’s been a very productive week for me at work, as I mentioned in yesterday’s post. I knew for a while coming into this proxy season that I’d be wicked busy for a while, so I spent April and part of May winnowing away my social schedule. Which was a very good idea, because I haven’t been able to do much of anything besides get to work and take care of the bare essentials at home in the past few weeks.
I’ve been doing a pretty good job of taking it easy on the weekends. I tell my friends that I’m “isolating”, but what I’m really doing is enjoying some periods of solitude. There’s a difference between isolation and solitude, you know. After all, Superman didn’t have a Fortress of Isolation. Not that I’m comparing myself to Superman – if I died, I’d come back to life in WAY more than four different comic book serieses.
My last couple of weekends have been getting shorter, too. Last weekend was ReUnion all day Saturday, and I barely had time to get my laundry done and a couple of errands run before having to go into the office to take care of some things on Sunday afternoon. Taiwan is 12 hours ahead of us here in EST, so when their work-week starts at 9PM Sunday night, so does mine – actually, mine starts a bit earlier, so that I can have updates ready for my clients when they walk into the office on (their) Monday morning.
This weekend I’m catering on Saturday from 3-10PM and then doing f*ck-all shite nothing on Sunday. I’m hoping (weather permitting) to get my kayak in the water on Sunday, so that I can further distance myself from the constant press of humanity. Being in the middle of a lake in the middle of the woods with a couple of hundred yards of water and several miles of hills and trees as a buffer between me and humanity is looking pretty good right about now.
All I hope to do on Saturday is get a haircut before making it to the deli for the catering gig. My apartment could use a good cleaning too, but that’s more of an overall cleansing process for both me and my living space than anything else – I don’t so much consider that to be “work”.
I’m going to end here and change the title of this post from “A Touch of Loneliness” to “Weekend Plans”, so that I can go to bed now instead of writing about being a bit lonely lately. I’ve only been feeling this way in dribs and drabs at the ends of the days, and it always passes, so I’m sure it will tonight. I just don’t feel like pulling that kitten off my shoulder and stroking it for a while tonight. Maybe another time, but hopefully not because the feeling will have passed and I’ll have more to talk about the next time I sit down to talk to you, dear reader. I’m sure that next time will be more of a regaling, as is my preference.