Well, Blondie, can't you come up with something you are happily anticipating?, I think, as i slide the "health notes" and "mental frame notes" down, getting those grumpy accounts out of the way.
I have a recurring "Robinson Crusoe"-esque daydream, set on some Earthlike but alien planet, in a glacier carved valley high on a plateau. I also have a similar "Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" daydream, sometimes set in the lowlands of that alien planet. During meeting, my mind drifted to thoughts of whether i could make fish skin leather with primitive materials and how, if marooned, one might try tapping all species of trees to see what useful substances could be obtained. As i pulled back from those thoughts, i wondered why this is such a persistent daydream for the first time: inventiveness, experimentation, and curiosity were my answers.
I want a job where i can explore many questions. I don't think i need to be a primary contributor, per se, i'm sure that the ease with which i can imagine tapping a forest of trees could only be actual if someone else did the real work. The identification of the opportunity, the chance to observe the experimental results, tweaking, and then on to something else. Leave the production processing to someone else.
When my mind drifts in Meeting it also drifts to fiber, and i find myself designing or solving problems in projects. When i think of making a living from such a thing ... i can't. But i realize it is the same mental energy that the daydreams tickle: inventiveness and experimentation.
Christine is still sick. I need to figure out how i can pamper her this week.
I think my sinus infection is improving in many ways, but it hasn't gone away. I am not looking forward to flying on Friday with this sense of pressure in my sinuses.
I had a eczema flare in early December, brought on or acerbated by dryness of air back east, i think. Since then my scalp condition has also been flaring. I can't find the very messy but effective oil based medicine, so i'm using the stuff with the alcohol carrier. I ponder that an alcohol carrier is probably couter productive. My elbows are pretty scaly too.
Mental frame notes: I am traveling this weekend to a LGBTQ Friends gathering. I can tell i'm building a resentment towards the trip. I do think anything that means getting on a plane gets this sort of resentment from me. I travel by plane just enough for there to be no adventure in it, and too little for it to be habitual.
I am happy at how i have framed dealing with potential weather issues in the travel: i'm not worrying about it. I'll just drive more slowly, and if needed, get a hotel. It feels good not to have any anxiety around that. I just wish i could muster enthusiasm for the gathering, but the plane travel looms it's ugly sardine can experience over the whole thing. I'm not traveling alone this time, so it may be more pleasant.