The Eye

It’s already Thursday, isn’t it? I think so. Heck the days fly by so quick, that it’s difficult to keep up sometimes. I don’t really have a demarcation between weekday and weekend, so it’s perhaps sometimes more of a blur.

One good thing is that I don’t get that Monday morning feeling really, although having said that, I do seem to get more phone calls on a Monday morning, after the weekend computer gremlins have been out to play.

It sure seems that way quite often anyhow. Everything is OK on a Friday night, and all gone west by Monday Morning. Sometimes I feel like getting in the car and heading west too.

Not really, although I do keep promising myself a coast to coast road trip one fine day. One fine day, when I have the money, and more to the point, when I have the time!

You see, not only do the days seem to fly by, but the hours do as well, and no sooner am I started on something than I’ve been at it for hours.

Still, I’m not one to be able to sit about and do nothing. Oh, I’m good at sitting about, too darn good at that really, but sitting about doing nothing? No. I have to be engaging my brain in something – a good book – usually something historic or scientific – or some music.

So, back to a very old concept, one that has often been used in the workplace, and some music while I work.