The light at the end of the tunnel is visible. The work load for the last four weeks has been unrelenting. I haven't been able read the news papers or do anything relaxing, except for Saturday afternoons. Sunday is a day for Jr. and family. Looking forward to just having time for extended thoughts during the day. There is something barren about my mind when all I do is work. I miss the luxury of giving thoughts time to run around. Thinking is indeed a luxury, at least for me, and I try to protect this as much as possible. I understand what Thoreau was talking about when his days were busy, and he didn't have time for his walks or reading. Busy hours lead to dull and uninteresting hours when the work has ceased for evening. Coming home the these last four weeks has lead to me having dinner, and then readings a travel book, or a guide book about China. Thinking, being in peace with thoughts of my family, politics, travel, or even women has all but vanished. Its get up and work, work, work. Once home I'm too exhausted for true relaxation, and it is about getting down for sleep for another full on day.
But to night, I'm going open a cheap bottle of Yellow Tail Merlot wine from Australia, and get back into the habit of enjoining life a bit. My deep down I'm a hedonist, but I'm also a fairly good aesthetic who enjoys living simply, much to the frustration of my wife. Regular posts should start from this weekend.
