Another bridge in black and white

[Bridge over the Public Garden Lagoon; 12/2/12]

Jean's lovely Bridge in black and white (I think in Cambridge in England) inspired me to post this photo I took last weekend in Boston. I haven't had time to post as I've been either out straight with work or traveling all week. I'm visiting my dad for a few days, but have had to work while here. A client who finally got me a contract on Monday to start work that was supposed to start more than a week ago sent me a crazy schedule Wednesday evening, apparently unbudged from the original plan despite starting very late (I know, like that never happens). First piece due to the editor on Monday or Tuesday. So I'm working on a laptop on my dad's couch, tied by a wire because he doesn't know his wifi password. And at night sleeping, more or less, on an unyielding futon in the living room under the ever-blowing vent fan.

I got out for a brief walk yesterday in the gray day before sunset - would love to have walked longer to shake off my crankiness, but it was 35 degrees and blustery. It's looking equally gray this morning. The gunmetal gray skies of Michigan in December. I'd also hoped to get out to my favorite local shop in downtown Ann Arbor some time this trip, but looks like I won't have time. If I can get enough work done today, hopefully tomorrow I won't have to work and my dad and I can at least go to a movie. Tonight we're going out to dinner with my brother and his wife and my niece for my dad's 85th birthday. And back home to Boston on Sunday.

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I had to plug "crankiness" into google (is it an 'i' or a 'y'?) and Canadian Living magazine offered me 8 quick cures for crankiness. Who knew Canadians got cranky?

Comments

[Jean]

Yay, Leslee! Glad you liked my photo (yes, it's a bridge over the river Cam on the college 'backs' in Cambridge, England). I completely love yours, with the figures so satisfyingly echoing the structure of the bridge and it's reflection. These captured moments are precious, aren't they, when life so resolutely refuses to to conform to any crafted structures? Enjoy your outings with your dad for his birthday.

[Leslee]

Thanks, Jean. Yes, life doesn't conform at all, though I'm am thinking about how to set better boundaries around work/clients in order to preserve my sanity.