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Another boring... was it a Friday?
Nov. 26th, 2004 10:59 pmIt's hard for me to believe this is my sixth day of doing this; it feels more like two weeks. And I am about to start a shift that will take me into Saturday, instead of it having been Saturday all day, which is the way I feel.
My general feeling of well-being during last night's shift ran into a severe case of fatigue brought on, probably, by having nibbled at various goodies set out in the break room next to the flight control room. I probably nodded off for a few minutes along toward 7 am (one minute it was 6:40; the next, it was a little past 7), enough so that by the time I got home, I didn't feel much like sleeping. I eventually fell asleep around 11 am and slept until 5 pm, whereupon I joined Natalie and Galina for dinner.
Galina will be leaving for Colorado in just a few hours, hoping to stop in Dallas to pick up some boxes on the way north. I felt a little depressed after dinner, and spent some time giving Galina a foot rub while we watched CSI on the tube to pass the time before I had to leave for my shift.
I'm rereading John D. MacDonald's The Scarlet Ruse, in a paperback that I apparently bought during my first trip to Russia way back when (as attested to by a notation to that effect on the cover page). It's funny that I generally have a terrible memory for the plots of mystery stories; give me a few years and I can reread them again and not know whodunit until fairly late in the story, when some old neural pathways start coming alive.
Forgotten among the books I've read recently was Robert B. Parker's Stone Cold, which is another tome in his Jesse Stone series. It was an entertaining enough read on the plane down to Houston, but in the end, it felt terribly "linear" in the sense that at no time did I feel the plot was trying to twist or turn from the straight and narrow. Or maybe there simply just wasn't enough subplot to support the main story.
Time to start the shift. There are radiograms to digest and daily summaries to read.
Cheers...
My general feeling of well-being during last night's shift ran into a severe case of fatigue brought on, probably, by having nibbled at various goodies set out in the break room next to the flight control room. I probably nodded off for a few minutes along toward 7 am (one minute it was 6:40; the next, it was a little past 7), enough so that by the time I got home, I didn't feel much like sleeping. I eventually fell asleep around 11 am and slept until 5 pm, whereupon I joined Natalie and Galina for dinner.
Galina will be leaving for Colorado in just a few hours, hoping to stop in Dallas to pick up some boxes on the way north. I felt a little depressed after dinner, and spent some time giving Galina a foot rub while we watched CSI on the tube to pass the time before I had to leave for my shift.
I'm rereading John D. MacDonald's The Scarlet Ruse, in a paperback that I apparently bought during my first trip to Russia way back when (as attested to by a notation to that effect on the cover page). It's funny that I generally have a terrible memory for the plots of mystery stories; give me a few years and I can reread them again and not know whodunit until fairly late in the story, when some old neural pathways start coming alive.
Forgotten among the books I've read recently was Robert B. Parker's Stone Cold, which is another tome in his Jesse Stone series. It was an entertaining enough read on the plane down to Houston, but in the end, it felt terribly "linear" in the sense that at no time did I feel the plot was trying to twist or turn from the straight and narrow. Or maybe there simply just wasn't enough subplot to support the main story.
Time to start the shift. There are radiograms to digest and daily summaries to read.
Cheers...
