Photo of the Day: Time Flies

Over Vegas, heading back to NYC

Very late Vegas Time / Very early New York Time

Vacation passes too quickly.

Also, this year flew by.

Which is good, because this year has been ...

~photo by iPhone 

Quote of the Day: Sleep

“Happiness consists in getting enough sleep.

Just that, nothing more”

- Robert A. Heinlein.

Via here

 Bridgman, Frederick Arthur - The Siesta (Afternoon in Dreams)

Pardon the Blog Hiatus

The next day?

I'm exhausted from the last 2.5 months.

I knew the summer would be long and hard. It was definitely something I KNEW would happen.

But man...

I don't have the stamina I did when I was in my early 20s.

This summer was LONG ... and EXHAUSTING.

I don't want to make any promises, but ...

but ...

I think ...

I'm beginning to emerge from the "Festival Fugue" that sucked me down, in, and under ... when, from early June to August, you are working so many hours/days in a row, that you can barely remember to eat, go to the bathroom, and pay bills on time, forget blogging.

There were many days -- in a row -- when I didn't know what day of the week it was ... It was just the "Saturday schedule." There were four or five "Saturdays" in a row, due to weirdnesses with weather, generators, holidays, and weekend.

There were late Festival weeks when I was just on autopilot: [get up, shower, get dressed (in a dress), find the rental car, go to work, work, rinse, repeat], that I forgot that I had scheduled myself NOT to be there. I was so worried about all the other people on the schedule, I TOTALLY BLANKED ON MY OWN DAYS OFF!

I mean...

COME ON!

Others are on vacation now. I'm back on a train-commuters' schedule. I'm reading more. I'm sleeping/napping. It's quieter. I'm catching up. ... I think .... I'm slowly emerging from "the Fugue."

Maybe I will find more time now, to blog, and to retroblog -- once this introvert has finally regrouped from having to act like an extrovert for more weeks than her reserves could handle. (Adding to the Fugue-state/zombie-hood.).

I still need about 2 more weeks BY MYSELF to finally feel like myself. Since THAT won't happen, it's self-imposed exile when and where I can.

And, I need to retroblog.

A lot of family stuff happened this summer.
A lot.
Some pictures were taken this summer.
Cute mail came in this summer.
More plans were made for next  summer.
I have more Wishes and Dreams that I need to articulate, as some from last year are actually coming true.

But for now...

Hi!

I'm sunny, but I'm still drooping.

Kinda like this

Photo of the Day: Hammock Time

Lockwood/Bielecki's Wild Energy installation, Caramoor's Cedar Walk

It's not even the full-on Festival yet, and already .... I have the opposite of Wild Energy. I am exhausted.

Nay, sick and tired.

I actually think I am running a fever. 
Though, it could be allergies ...

But I am TIRED.

Though, to be fair, I had a very full Reunion/Caramoor event heavy weekend AND very little sleep AND an office retreat and a few other life issues all at the same time! 

SO MUCH GOING ON FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS!

And the Festival doesn't start for 10 more days.

Sigh.

If you need me, I will be dreaming about being out in these hammocks (after being dipped in bug spray.)


Photo via iTouch

Photos of the Day: Welcome Signs

Christmas Vacation 2011, Southern Utah

Who says that people in Utah are nice and welcoming? Where's the physical manifestation of my Second Amendment rights? I'd feel so much better if I was packing in case I end up going down the wrong dirt path..

Book Hangover

Dear employers, friends, and relations,

Please forgive my sluggishness and my general not-with-itness today. I have a small "book hangover."

I made the mistake of starting a 600+ book on the train home last night. A mistake, you might ask. Well, you see ... once I start a really good, intriguing book, I generally have to read the whole thing straight through from cover to cover. Which is what happened ... again. Last night. Or technically, early this morning really. Definitely NOT enough sleep. Plus, the characters and the plot are still swirling around my brain and I can't wait to read the book again, more sloooowly, to savour it.

The last time this happened, with the last Harry Potter (darn you J.K., darn you!), I vowed to get this little reading problem under control. I thought I had it licked. I even got to the point where I would not finish a book if it didn't get me hooked in under 30 pages or less.

The Culprit? The Host by Stephenie Meyer

Be warned.

Hello, I'm Auntie Nettie, and I'm a biblioholic.