Musings at Altitude

I really don’t believe it (that it’s almost Friday), but I had to try it out since that’s the way my 14 year old gets through her week in great anticipation of the weekend.  Of course she does it because of a big game or something special that’s occurring which keeps her highly motivated from Monday on.  For me, I do it to trick my brain (which is now mush) into believing that something magical is going to happen; thus, I should stay alert and engaged even when all sensors are shutting down because of numbing effect of these day long meetings.

In reality, it’s only Tuesday and I’m whooped.  This is my 6th straight business day with various all day meetings, and even though I’ve been selectively evading some of the sessions at times, the overall effort to focus has destroyed my creativity and reduced my passions to a mere pittance of what they normally are.

To top it off, this week I decided to save money and not rent a car, so I can’t sneak out to Starbucks and feed my caffeine habit with my normal quad grande soy with whip caramel machiato.  Bad move on my part.  I needed that car for both caffeine and survival.  I get neither. 

Maybe they’ll boot me off this business island?

Probably not…I’m not that lucky!