Quiet office

Do you ever have those days when humanity is just a little disappointing? I've been having a spell like that. It started, not surprisingly, during a trip to Sam's Club on Saturday. Something about the crush of people, swarming to gobble up the french toast stix samples and then jockeying to cut in line in front of you, it just gets a little disheartening. I know I'm being overly thenthitive, but the last few days seem filled with moments like this, where you think maybe you should just go form your own one-person country.

It's probably just summer-office funk. Last summer was quiet for a few weeks, but I stayed busy with a couple of big projects. This summer, I'm in a serious lull (that will eventually pick back up into a full-blown hurricane of activity, at which point I'll look back with envy on these boring days), and I find myself thinking I could get much more accomplished at home. Like cleaning. Cleaning has become a major part of my life. I shudder at the amount of water I use between dishwasher, clothes washer and lawn sprinkler. Good thing we have those fancy Artesian wells.