Tired

So Much to Do, So Little Time

Well, I had a few things I wanted to blog about today, but am extremely tired. Physically and mentally... not even quite sure why. Possibly the combined recent stress at home, work and planning for the trip. I really haven't relaxed this weekend... as soon as I get one thing done, I remember 2 other things I need to do to 1) pack for the trip and 2) leave my place hospitable for Mom when she's here to watch after Ms. Pukesalot while I'm gone.

At least I HAVE gotten a lotta things done these last few days, but I think the rest of my list will have to wait for the remaining 3 evenings before I leave. Just waitin for the last load of laundry to come out of the drier, and then I think it's time to make up some french toast and veg in front of the tv. FarScape starts at 8:00 I think, but there's still plenty of other veg-material until then. :)

An Old Friend

However, before I sign out, I want to make note of a coupla things to further discuss later: First, another H.S. friend I hope to see while I'm in San Diego, and whom I chatted with for a li'l while Friday afternoon. I'm still not sure what name to give him here... mebbe Sophisticated Goofball (S.G. for short, obviously). Cuz he's very sharp, creative, cultured, a true gentleman (for the most part) yet is also a total goof in the most off-the-wall fashion. An interesting combination of traits. Our friendship has not had a chance to develop very much into adulthood, but I hope to have a chance to do so. But more on him later.

An Abbreviated Dream Chronicle

The other item is another dream that's really too short for it's own Dream Chronicles post. But I want to make note of it because it is a pretty strong indicator of what's been on my mind lately: I dreamed I was in San Diego and had a job interview in L.A. In fact, I'd had a lot of interviews in the dream. It had a very positive and upbeat feel, and the only stress was tryin to find directions to the place. :) I remember not even minding the prospect of a job in L.A. (rather than S.D.), even though I'm not particularly fond of the place.

Possibilities Abound

I hope this means my subconscious is beginning to accept the possibility that I could actually succeed on my own out there. One of the things I want to get into later about my convo with S.G. is the context of how he still views me: as the musician he knew 13 years ago. The convo was a good one, and I began to feel flickers of inspiration again to possibly pursue a career in music education.

Just more food for the veritable banquet of thought I've been handed lately. :)