quick like a bunny --- Friday 13 August

I don't have more than a moment before I go swim, so this is mostly just a post to check in and reassure any readers that I am in fact still alive and connected to the internet. Also, in the box to the left-- the source for the daily proverbs has been moved, and as soon as I have time I'll put the new javascripts in so the proverbs reappear. I know you were all very concerned about that.

sweating in Houston ------ Monday 2 August

I hadn't intended it to be so long till my next post, but my week kept getting busier and busier. That's finished now-- in a big way, since Friday was (el-hamd-il-allah) my last day at my job in Admissions. That afternoon when I left the office I checked my cell phone and found a message from the physical therapy clinic asking if I was still interested in working there. (If?) I start there on Thursday morning. I'm in Houston right now and will be leaving Wednesday morning to be back for photography class that evening. My much-anticipated vacation is turning out to be quite a bit shorter than expected, but since starting work on Thursday means that I'll be paid for two more weeks than I had originally planned, I'm coping admirably well with the change.

Today was my lazy day here. Saturday night, after driving down from Norman, that morning and afternoon, I went to a friend's personal shower (she's getting married in September) and then also spent Sunday with some of the girls. In the afternoon we went to Kemah, which is a tourist-trap-type harbour area in southwest Houston, and I'm planning on leaving here early tomorrow morning to go back there (and possibly all the way down to Galveston Island) to take pictures-- probably more of the marina and such than of the tourists, given that I'll almost certainly beat the crowds. Sunday I didn't have the telephoto zoom lens I needed to get good shots of the boats in the harbour. By the time I've finished that, gone to pick my mother up from class and had lunch with her, located and purchased some suitable frames for a few of my photographs, it will time to figure out plans for the evening-- and then go to bed at a fairly early hour (i.e., by midnight) so that I can get up and drive back to Norman the next day... to start up my new routine there. And start getting ready to move.
Why does time off always end up being at least as busy as the daily grind of work?