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I'd been planning to camp for Mists Coronet this weekend, but I've rethought the matter. When I started plotting out planning a menu, shopping, packing, and whatnot, I got to feeling overwhelmed (and even had a brief moment of irrational depression). And then I got to thinking that I still have to prepare my classes for Collegium the weekend after. So I'm currently thinking about possibly day-tripping, but all in all I'd rather save my energy for Collegium. And I still want to do another car-camping trip before the holiday season sets in -- Halloween weekend looks like a possibility, but I have to come up with a destination.
The official invitation arrived for the Big B's semi-formal dinner Thing in mid-November. I've set myself a goal of finding a date for it, but the prospect is a bit daunting. I mean: are free food, drinks, and dancing sufficiently enticing to balance having to socialize with a large mass of unknown co-workers? For an adventurous spirit, perhaps, but it seems a lot to ask. I sometimes think that while the whole Blind Date Project has been ok in terms of proving I can work outside my comfort zone, it hasn't really changed the overall paradigm. I still have no idea where one manages to find Eligible Parties. And I still haven't worked out the social economics of how one discovers a Romantic Attraction without having spent a year or so getting to know each other in depth.
I'm settling in more to the shifted workout schedule but one, perhaps predictable, change has popped up: I'm ravenously hungry for breakfast. Rather than juice and coffee sufficing to hold me over until lunch, I've been craving something more substantial. This will be a challenge to manage without involving baked goods. I actually went so far as to get oatmeal at the cafeteria one morning. If I'm going to do that, I need to work out something I can take from home (but that doesn't involve any prep time in the morning).
On my lunchtime bike ride today the wind seemed to have shifted back to cold-and-damp, so maybe our October fire season is on its way out. That would be nice. Now, onward to filling out my mail-in ballot so I can ignore politics. (Well, except for stressing out about the chances of Proposition 8 passing.)
The official invitation arrived for the Big B's semi-formal dinner Thing in mid-November. I've set myself a goal of finding a date for it, but the prospect is a bit daunting. I mean: are free food, drinks, and dancing sufficiently enticing to balance having to socialize with a large mass of unknown co-workers? For an adventurous spirit, perhaps, but it seems a lot to ask. I sometimes think that while the whole Blind Date Project has been ok in terms of proving I can work outside my comfort zone, it hasn't really changed the overall paradigm. I still have no idea where one manages to find Eligible Parties. And I still haven't worked out the social economics of how one discovers a Romantic Attraction without having spent a year or so getting to know each other in depth.
I'm settling in more to the shifted workout schedule but one, perhaps predictable, change has popped up: I'm ravenously hungry for breakfast. Rather than juice and coffee sufficing to hold me over until lunch, I've been craving something more substantial. This will be a challenge to manage without involving baked goods. I actually went so far as to get oatmeal at the cafeteria one morning. If I'm going to do that, I need to work out something I can take from home (but that doesn't involve any prep time in the morning).
On my lunchtime bike ride today the wind seemed to have shifted back to cold-and-damp, so maybe our October fire season is on its way out. That would be nice. Now, onward to filling out my mail-in ballot so I can ignore politics. (Well, except for stressing out about the chances of Proposition 8 passing.)
