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shannon_aI have been mostly burned out since returning from New York late Tuesday. I've been successfully catching up on my Skotos work and even doing a few larger tasks, but my evenings, when I usually work on my own projects, have been mostly lazy times.
Oh, I've been reading. And watching some TV. (And getting groceries and eating out with the wife.) But I typically spend a few hours or more writing and/or editing my own stuff in the evenings, and I just haven't had the stick-to-it to do it.
Apparently spending six days working hard from morning to night take their toll.
My work days in Manhattan looked like this: wake up at 7am; out of the house by 7.30; work until 5 or 6pm; walk home, explore, and get home by 8pm; Skype with the wife; talk with Chris; write a journal entry; get into the shower by 11pm; read a chapter or two afterward to despaz the mind and try to get into bed by midnight.
So, no wonder it tired me out.
Today K. and I were free from work and other obligations, and so we decided to picnic out at Glen Canyon Park. It's one of our favorite semi-distant destinations because it's very near a BART station, but it's nonetheless a large, beautiful park that feels like it's out in the middle of nowhere. (That's doubtless helped by the fact that it's indeed in a canyon.)
We picked up our picnic (sandwiches & chips & desserts) at the Canyon Market, per usual, hiked out to where we know there are picnic tables, lunched, then hiked on.
The hike through the canyon itself is always beautiful. K. describes it as jungley, while it reminds me of Ed Levin Park above Milpitas, where I sometimes went to a day camp when I was growing up. The foliage often completely enshrouds the path, but at the same time it's very well-maintained.
(In fact, in our occasional trips to Glen Canyon, over the years, we've enjoyed seeing it improving. It's not just that they're building new facilities [which I could care less about, though it'd be nice if they had some actual bathrooms]. It's also that they're improving the trails, especially the hillside ones.)
K's ongoing knee problems kept us from climbing up the hillsides, but we did drift up a bit on our way back, allowing us to see down into the jungley canyon.
Overall, it was a fine Memorial Day, though our trip back was a little annoying. As usual lately, BART had some of their lines down for the holiday weekend (because what better time is there to screw up the BART lines then on holidays?), but they were starting them back up for the Warriors game. So we hit the transfer point at 19th Street in Oakland to find one train entirely missing, presumably because they'd just turned the Fremont line back on. So we waited for 21 minutes for what should have been a timed transfer (or close to it).
But we had our current read-aloud book with us, The Aeronaut's Windlass. We ended up reading a total of 3 chapters over the course of the day.
Overall a nice day, and a nice weekend (between a totally lazy Sunday and some fun Castle Ravenloft Board Game playing on Saturday).
Hopefully I'll be a bit recovered coming into the new week.
Oh, I've been reading. And watching some TV. (And getting groceries and eating out with the wife.) But I typically spend a few hours or more writing and/or editing my own stuff in the evenings, and I just haven't had the stick-to-it to do it.
Apparently spending six days working hard from morning to night take their toll.
My work days in Manhattan looked like this: wake up at 7am; out of the house by 7.30; work until 5 or 6pm; walk home, explore, and get home by 8pm; Skype with the wife; talk with Chris; write a journal entry; get into the shower by 11pm; read a chapter or two afterward to despaz the mind and try to get into bed by midnight.
So, no wonder it tired me out.
Today K. and I were free from work and other obligations, and so we decided to picnic out at Glen Canyon Park. It's one of our favorite semi-distant destinations because it's very near a BART station, but it's nonetheless a large, beautiful park that feels like it's out in the middle of nowhere. (That's doubtless helped by the fact that it's indeed in a canyon.)
We picked up our picnic (sandwiches & chips & desserts) at the Canyon Market, per usual, hiked out to where we know there are picnic tables, lunched, then hiked on.
The hike through the canyon itself is always beautiful. K. describes it as jungley, while it reminds me of Ed Levin Park above Milpitas, where I sometimes went to a day camp when I was growing up. The foliage often completely enshrouds the path, but at the same time it's very well-maintained.
(In fact, in our occasional trips to Glen Canyon, over the years, we've enjoyed seeing it improving. It's not just that they're building new facilities [which I could care less about, though it'd be nice if they had some actual bathrooms]. It's also that they're improving the trails, especially the hillside ones.)
K's ongoing knee problems kept us from climbing up the hillsides, but we did drift up a bit on our way back, allowing us to see down into the jungley canyon.
Overall, it was a fine Memorial Day, though our trip back was a little annoying. As usual lately, BART had some of their lines down for the holiday weekend (because what better time is there to screw up the BART lines then on holidays?), but they were starting them back up for the Warriors game. So we hit the transfer point at 19th Street in Oakland to find one train entirely missing, presumably because they'd just turned the Fremont line back on. So we waited for 21 minutes for what should have been a timed transfer (or close to it).
But we had our current read-aloud book with us, The Aeronaut's Windlass. We ended up reading a total of 3 chapters over the course of the day.
Overall a nice day, and a nice weekend (between a totally lazy Sunday and some fun Castle Ravenloft Board Game playing on Saturday).
Hopefully I'll be a bit recovered coming into the new week.