Distractions

Dismay and distractions this week. All a bit too much. Steps toward changes subverted by a flaky academic (is there any other kind? a cynical person might ask.)

So, nothing thoughtful or meaningful, or full in any way whatsoever. Just cranky and sore and tired and so in the mood for a Friday off.

Which I get. Yup, it's Pioneer Day in Utah, and we get to sneak into the Library to watch the Parade. The last time I saw it in full, the Gay Pride parade only wished it was so kitschy. Gold lamè pioneer outfits for everyone, missionaries riding rainbows, a glory to behold. But that was a good ten years or more ago, and when I went for a short while a few years later, it was much tamer and more professional, sadly. Because then it was rather boring. Still, watching a parade from a high window, and air conditioned, seems like the only way to go. A good walk, then up out of the crowds and heat, and most importantly, a day off work. Much needed.

Right now, since I have to go in tomorrow, a nap.

Got up and got dressed nicely, to take a train, then a long uphill walk, to wait in a warm office, only to be blown off, and told I could do it again at noon. I declined for today. Trying to let the crankiness flow away.