Monday mornings are bittersweet. I hate getting out of bed to put my work clothes on, but I love that I have a job and a car and a house and all those other things that working brings. So I go to work with this in mind, and my job is not really bad at all. It is frustrating, at times, but no more so than anyone elses' jobs I guess. I miss teaching today, as I do sometimes, yet the mid-term paper crunch and overworked feeling I used to have is not worth missing really. I guess this is what I am reflecting on with my apple-pear-lime morning juice--the bittersweet.
Speaking of which, I am going to a memorial bar get-together tonight to remember a friend from long ago in my Medieval Times days. It will be that same mix of feelings as I get to see many of the ghosts from my past. I remember many a night at Rigley's Field with Futch and friends. Hope no one takes offense at my not having a shot with everyone.