Okay. So take one testy, but oh so necessary, piece of software and add a fast approaching deadline (which of course uses said software) and what's bound to happen to make your time on the Lord's day REALLY need prayer? Yup. A glitch. Javascript? Jar Jar Binks? George Lucas? Whatever. It didn't work. I know, I know. My tech friends assure me that it's going to work sometime soon. I know the drill. Somebody'll get right on it. And so I wait. Everything else that I wanted to do, in the meantime, gets pushed back, because I know that as soon as the glitch is fixed, I'll have to get right on it and finish what I wanted to have done about six hours ago. So it goes. The tail wagging the dog? If you've never felt compelled to yell at your computer, then obviously you are a better person than me.
Back in the day, so they say, Robert Johnson was standing at the crossroads with his guitar when the devil strode up to him and offered him fame and fortune, in exchange for his soul. Well Robert, thinking something like, "Really, how could it get worse than being a sharecropper's son out pickin' cotton?" ended up saying, "Sure." At least we all got a good song out of his deal! (A few more than that really.)
Another hero of the Faustian sort, Tom Waits, looks at this problem of the cosmos shaking its finger a little differently. Whatever the case, today was one of those days during which I was reminded that I am not in control of my days, much less my destiny.
In the meantime I have got to find a better way to manage these frustrations than Boxer's mantra, "I will work harder." I keep hoping I don't end up sitting on the front lawn, for all to see, scratching pustules and boils with pottery shards, but I tells ya, somedays you just wonder. (Movie recommendation on this theme: The Coen brothers' A Serious Man.)
And to corroborate my travails, note the wind shift here:
Ride in: Temp 9'C Wind WNW 25 ks
Ride home: Temp 5'C Wind ENE 25 ks
Up against it both ways. Yup. I can feel it. Something is on its way.
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