Impatient Idealist

I am beginning to wonder if I am losing my mind.

1. I’ve always had times when I couldn’t think of the word I wanted. Am I more aware of it now, simply because I’m hanging with folk for whom the right word really is required, or is it actually HAPPENING more?

2. I used to be smart, able to learn new things rapidly and able to come up with solutions to problems. I don’t see that now. Is this a normal situation for a 50-year-old coming back to a profession ditched more than a decade ago, or is there more going on?

My mind has always been pretty much my only ally and my only asset. I don’t know what I’m going to do if it too is abandoning me.

First few days on the job have felt a bit hectic with no particularly good cause. I’ve been thinking for three days “I will do laundry this evening” and for various reasons it hasn’t happened.

I can take restroom breaks at work. (There’s a server rack in there. At Old Job it was a big organizer full of medical supplies. Plus ça change...) I can even eat lunch, and what’s more, it’s brought to us automatically every day for free.

Yesterday on my commute I had to brake to avoid a heron.

Funniest headline I’ve seen today: “The Man Trying to Make Sense of Brexit is Tired and Would Like to Stop Now”. (NY Times so I won’t link it, paywall. Posted on work’s #random Slack channel.)

I just encountered (or re-encountered) this one.

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing

Wow. Damn, that hurts.

"I know," he said again, his voice purposely even and subdued, "that it can often be most difficult to share one's fears with those one most deeply loves."

Julia Quinn. In a work of fiction. I think she has the right of it.