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Monday September 11, 2000 "Une erreur est d'autant plu dangereuse qu'elle contient plus de vérité." "An error is more dangerous the more truth it contains." Henri-Frédéric Amiel, Fragments d'un journal intime
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black hole Work felt like a black hole. About some things, some things are finally really going. But...with actual activity comes the danger of big mistakes. Or so it seems. A lack of action is often the most dangerous course. I would feel personally exposed and anxious with my work assignments except that I've reached a point where I know that things aren't judged on merit so one must just play the game but one can play the game with the goal of doing the right thing for the company rather than oneself if one is comfortable enough with the possible consequences. I don't like business travel. Have I mentioned that? There is so much waste of time and money flying around. I have to do a one day thing. But, of course, you can't fly in and back in a day from Austin to anywhere but Houston or Dallas. So we have to spend a night in a hotel, too. Grumble, grumble. Yeah...I knew the job would involve business travel. And yes. I love travel. Just the word conjures up pleasant thoughts and memories and anticipation of future adventures. But business travel is usually a large dose of airport and airplane. (I despise these on my best day of anticipating the Louvre and strong coffee in a café on the other end. I tolerate them. Trains and ships I actually enjoy riding on. Buses, too. Cars as well. On these kind of trips, I like the ride, too, not just the trip. But if you live in the heart of Texas, you fly. And normally you fly to Dallas, Houston, Atlanta or Chicago just to fly elsewhere.) So I have to travel tomorrow. But I'm in a spin today with all sorts of demands. But I walk out at 6:30PM. I haven't had lunch (black coffee and potato chips don't count) and so I snack on cheese at home and slice up squash and onions and we have steamed vegies and salmon on a bed of wilted swiss chard. FFP's cooking keeps getting more interesting. I wash up the pots and pans.
I work on my presentations. Knowing that you can't perfect them is calming. Wonder how many man hours are spent in the world pounding out PowerPoint presentations? Is it really productive? I get a hand and foot massage. My left wrist and hand still hurt a lot if I twist it. Still, I think it is improving in a fundamental way. Occasionally I grab something and get a little shock of pain. I find myself favoring it. Gel wrist rests on some machines are helpful but I don't have a good place to use my work laptop at home. Which is OK if I'm just looking at/answering e-mail. But not so good if hammering away at a document. Must get a little adjustible stand for the laptop. Sleep is surprisingly easy given what I have on my mind. Maybe there is so much on my mind that it puts me to sleep.
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