Another day of meaningless filler is nearing an end and night will soon fall on my empty house. I had lunch with some coworkers that I don't see often (perhaps once a month) at
Jimmy G's. I'm sure I've seen it on the feeder returning from Bush Intercontinental, but the name just never registered. Maybe I lumped it in with the Landry's empire stepchild
Willie G's (I am not a Landry's fan), but I didn't recognize it and know I've never been before. The food and service was quite good. I had baked oysters on the half shell and crawfish bisque for the prefeeding and an abnormally large poorboy sandwich for the main event. I ordered oyster and crawfish, but received shrimp and crawfish. I didn't really care either way. My afternoon was filled with conference calls and working on configuration assistance for one of my larger clients. Time passed at an acceptable rate I suppose. Now, with my laundry list of tasks looking light, my morning mourning is knocking on the evening door. I'll probably pour myself a drink, find a couch cushion, and avoid analysis. The last week or so has been very difficult considering the general expectation is that time will begin to reveal things becoming easier. This does not appear to be valid in my case.
I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm tired of being sad.
EL and I on the glacier at the observatory |
our view... millions of years of glacial flow |
Beautiful pictures.
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