The management of laziness

Oh, how does one manage laziness? Here it is, just after 5pm and my hair is wet from my recent shower.

Q: I've been up for hours, and what have I managed to do?
A: Email, read, watch Heavenly Creatures, pet the cats, take a shower

Yes, I have my tango class this evening, but the rain finally stopped here and I'm not out enjoying the clear Autumn weather.

It's as if I only manage a single item from my pre-trip to-do list each week. Ack. My final week in Seattle will likely be maddeningly frantic.

Today is the seven-year anniversary of my father's death. Several moments of silence:










I miss my father each day. I wish I could share my plans with him, and have him tell me about Brazil during WWII. I know he would do a bit to try and talk me out of my trip, like he did the first time I went overseas. He would tell me to use my money for grad school, buy a home. My wanderlust was a legacy I inherited from my father. I still wish he was here to share this with. Now and then, I wake up in the middle of the night, worrying about something vexing, and reach for my phone. I used to call him at all hours of the day to talk, and he was usually awake. Now, I become sad when I start to reach for the phone and then it hits me he's still gone. I usually enjoy the sleepdrunk stage of going to sleep or waking up, but this reaching for the phone bit and realizing I can't make the call always makes me sad.