i’ve loaded myself up with so many activities and i have so many things that i want to do (so whenever i turn, i have something else i want/need to do) that time is just flying. it is really moving. the faster i go, the more i understand things such as ‘do it right the first time’ or ’think it through’ or ‘plan it out’. i have less time for mistakes.
I was a little nervous this morning when I checked on the weather report for Friday Harbor and it said there was a 50% chance of rain. Knowing that the flight was supposed to be an hour both ways, I packed my bag with lots of things to do, extra socks, an umbrella, and my jacket. Yuki had sent me an email letting me know there was no bus route to Lake Union, so I called her about 7 AM and let her know I would arrange for a Taxi.
He said I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me When a moment came that stopped me on a dime. I spent most of the next days, looking at the X-rays Talking about the options and talking about sweet times. I asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end How's it hit you when you get that kind of news?
i’ve been having attention problems. noise and light are very distracting. i have a lot of trouble concentrating. could it just be lack of sleep? sleep apnea?
