A Serious Time of Year
The roads are packed during commute time, even in the countryish towns west of the city. Everyone is here; no one is on vacation. Their kids are in the thick of the school year. We wait in long lines of steel behind yellow buses. The listings are sparse for the local arts calendars. Everyone is buckled down, pushing projects through before the holiday season. It's slightly determined, grim. No one has time for a shiatsu session or a concert. It's time for work.
Oddly, this gives me less to do on the weekends.
posted by kStyle @ 11:07 AM
3 Comments:
Something about this switch back to Standard Time. It's dark before the work day ends. For some reason -- maybe it's all the red taillights -- it looks and feels as if there's more traffic. Where are we all going?
I have disliked this time of year for a long time--the long slog to the holidays, with their slurry of anxiety and discontent; the lengthening darkness; the incipient cold. It's even worse at the bakery, though, because of all of the extra production and the nonstop grind.
It's all likely to send me to my zen shiatsu practitioner, as soon as the job situation resolves in a positive way.
Oh Gawd, I didn't even think how awful this time of year must be at a bakery. "Slurry of anxiety and discontent"--YES, that's it.
I'm grateful for both of your fellowship in disliking this cold, dark time of year. We all grit our teeth together.
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