Bleah.

[rivka]

Freezing rain this morning. I came into work around eleven, when I judged that the roads had warmed up enough to be safe to drive. Since then I've been sort of listless and unmotivated. (I am charmed that there's a "listless" mood icon. So many of the words that I use to describe my mood are missing from the icon set.) There's nothing here that urgently needs my attention. There's plenty to do, I'm sure, but I don't really feel like diving into a new project. And the view out my window is dark and bleak.

There's a cemetery across the street from my office. In the middle of a university campus. And, strangely, I can see the tops of the gravestones over the ten-foot wall - they're level with the second-story windows of the building next door. I wonder why it's there, and why it's so high, and who's buried there. It's certainly a lovely bit of ambiance on a day like today.

Things at work have not continued to be as awful as they were on Monday. I had a nice prosaic clinic day yesterday, the highlight of which was having large numbers of patients pack themselves into the room for my talk on "Coping With the Holidays." I got a lot of compliments afterward. It's nice to feel as though there are some aspects of this job that are fully within my competence.

Bleah. I'm certainly fine company today. Off to have lunch with wcg. That should cheer me up, with any luck.

Comments

[wiredferret.livejournal.com]

I love cemetaries. They are a place of calm and retreat for me, especially the nice old ones, that have personality.

[aiglet.livejournal.com]

There was a cemetary near (but not quite on) Vassar campus. It was always a bit odd to me to be walking home from dinner late at night and realizing that I was walking next to a cemetary. I always meant to go poke around in it, but somehow I never got the time. :(