I Love The Nightlife.




I Love The Nightlife.

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I covered on call tonight for a couple of hours to help out one of my co-workers. It was quiet with absolutely no calls, which is a little frustrating (yet peaceful) when the weather is this nice.

After he called and said he was taking back the on-call duties, I jumped in my car and decided to go for a little drive. I had the windows down, the sunroof open and Mix 102.5 cranked. I had planned on running to the corner convenience store and picking up lottery tickets. Forty-five minutes later, I was pulling back into the driveway.

If I had hair it would have been messy.

I find little more thrilling than driving the roads at night. Except perhaps having your partner by your side while you’re out on the road, but alas, he’s out of town on business tonight.

Change Of Pace.

It’s amazing what a change of pace can do for one’s psyche. There are those that have to have everything a certain way; they follow a set daily schedule, they eat certain foods and they do specific things. Try as I might, I just can’t subscribe to that philosophy when it comes to living my life.

For example, today I had the opportunity to go to our Syracuse office for work. I had never been there before and though I interact with just about everyone in that office on a regular basis, there were many that I hadn’t met face to face. After getting my little project done, I wandered through the cubicles introducing myself to put a face to a voice. It was a nice diversion and it gave my workday the little kick that it needed. When I returned to my cubicle at my home office, I found myself more focused and ready to take on the rest of the day. Here it is 3/4 of the way through the day and I’m finding the positive feelings lingering. It’s all good.

It’s amazing what a change in the routine can do.

For example, I think I worry about sleep too much. “Oh my God I need to get to bed at 10 so I can get up at 6 in the morning.” Maybe I should just go to bed when I’m tired and then deal with it the next day. Perhaps forcing myself to sleep when I’m really not tired is making me more tired the next day.

I tried to set a weekly cleaning schedule so that the house remained inhabitable. It never works out the way I want it to. Sometimes I feel like a Domestic God and run around cleaning and washing and polishing and shining. Sometimes I feel like a lazy slob. If I notice Earl putting a saddle on a dust bunny or Tom using the plants as a litter box, then of course I need to do something, but if I’m not in the mood, I’m not in the mood.

Perhaps I need to drop the anal retentive routine and engage in more of a controlled chaos.