Silence Can Speak Volumes

Well another weekend is in the books, and another work week unfolds before us. I have read Travis' blog and am sorely tempted to swith to his style of blogging, where I make everything relate to the 'big picture'. As tempting as that may be, I will do my best to make my blog a microcosm and not a macrocosm (all these "cosm's" floating thru my blog makes me feel like I know what I'm talking about). Since my life is just a μικρός (greek for microcosm) of the whole world, as long as I blog about things that go on in my life I remain true to myself and my personal style of blogging.

Its Wednesday, and I have decided I am never going to be able to write another Monday morning blog again. You see, every Monady I have gotten on and commenced writing a blog, but I never have enough to write so I end up saving it as a draft and promising myself I will return later in the day and finish it. This never works though, and I return on a later day, read over what I had written, add a paragraph or two, and post it. Not a very good work ethic I think.

I am so tired and so bored of sitting at my work desk it isn't even funny. Granted I would much rather be here at this desk than out digging ditches or pouring concrete, but it is still a shame to waste such a beautiful day inside. A picnic would be fantastic right now. I can picture myself lying on a red checkered blanket, sipping on a Capri Sun and watching the clouds. Trav of course would be there, and each of us would have a beautiful girl to rub our back and laugh at our jokes.

But no, I must snap back to reality and get back to work. There are tens of thousands of files waiting to be exported and mailed to my client, and time waits for no man. One day I will have the time to relax with a beautiful woman, but sadly today is not that day.