The above cartoon captures how I feel.
Moving sucks. Period.
Our stuff finally arrived. The good news? Planes United was 11 days late. Per the contract they owe us $1,100. The bad news? They were 11 days late! So far nothing is missing but they did crack the shit out of our bed’s headboard.
The New Job:
Complicated story but the new zoo has had very inconsistent leadership these last few years. The last Supreme Leader passed away unexpectedly. So, for at least 8 months, the zoo has maintained the status quo. My boss has had a year to observe and tally things that he wants addressed. 85% of the time I like to be deliberative and base my decisions on data. Unfortunately I’ve had to hit the ground running. Add that to the move and you get a very crabby Bob.
This too shall pass.
Due to the arrival of the aforementioned “stuff” I took a few days off. This morning I woke up crabby. I am tired of working on some damn thing every bloody day! However I did shame myself into going for a 20 minute run. Not sure how far I went. I set the timer on my watch for 10 minutes and ran until it beeped. Then I turned around and headed back. This was my first run at 5,200 ft above sea level.
- Slowly “body parts” are getting sore (expected).
- I was huffing the entire way and wonder how long it will take me to adjust to the altitude.
- Despite being 90 degrees I did not sweat much (unlike that swamp pit that is Indiana). God bless the high desert.
- The run did put me in a better mood so mission accomplished
I have two solid weeks of exercise time and then I’m off to Boston for a week-long leadership seminar. I highly doubt that while in Boston I’ll force myself to exercise. So I need to make the next two weeks count.
I only meditated once and I did not get to go for my hike. We’ll see if this week is better.
This one’s for you!