Out of Sight...

Friends I hadn't seen in months were out last night. It was good to visit with them (as much as one can on a dance floor, anyway), but at the same time, eerie — as at least one of them follows this blog and made comment on Tuesday's entry. (I have a reader!) Stop by his site and peruse. I don't nearly often enough.

I've noticed that about me. The people I don't encounter in person often, I go months without making contact. I'm pretty bad about that. I've had two names on my mental "to-email" list for a couple of weeks now, but when I'm at home in front of the machine, I always forget. Don't even ask the last time I called my mother (only my wireless phone provider knows for sure). It seems impersonal to drop people's names on a formal "to-do" list, to remind me to contact them, but it's probably more impersonal not to contact them at all, right?

...Out of Mind

Just when I think the project at work can't get more stressful, it does. Never tempt fate that way. This week I found myself dreaming I was working in the system we're training. When dreams become work, sleep isn't rest. I completed one major firedrill this week (involving cancelling an 1,800-copy, 23-page print order, revising and testing, and then replacing it with an 1,800-copy, 77 page print order), and then sat at my desk trying to remember what it was I had planned on completing this week. Obviously I'm being particularly productive right now....