After an all day drive on Saturday to return home, got up intentionally late (nearly 11:00 AM) Sunday. The dog and I lounged a bit, and then I went downstairs to clean some. The kitchen (and may other parts of the house) need some attention. Lunch with Lisa, and a nap in the late afternoon. Dinner in the evening with a friend, and a discussion about energy sucking behavior came up in the car. She and her mother own and operate an herbal business, and they often have to deal with people's health issues. Much analysis and energy to get to the root of why people are *really* having issues. Her day on Saturday consistend entirely of people demanding attention and sucking the air and life out of everything that moves (sound familiar?). Very expensive behavior. Their way of addressing this is going to be financial - consulting time for analysis. The trick is where the line is, where a question becomes suckage.

Actually did some readng for fun this past week - mostly short stories. That's about all I can digest at the moment. I have noticed a degree of expansion of my ability to do things like this. My key marker for attention is my securID token. It spits out a 6 number key that I have to use to log in. For a while, I could oly remember 3 numbers at a time; I would have to look back for the second set. I can hold all 6 now.

- At a Guitar Craft course, talking to someone about the coffee pot, and how it's the same size as was on the Level 3, and that this course drinks the same amount of coffee as the Level 3 did. Dev gently reminds me that I wasn't actually on the Level 3, and to say anything about it is presumptive.

- Riding bikes on Hawaii with Jonathan Brainan. Found a strange picture of him on the side of the road with a mustache.

There's a couple others that were pretty intense (not in a violent way, necessarily), mostly revealing some inner behaviors that I'm not too proud of.

Reading a new book called Leaving a Trace, about keeping a journal. The author defines a diary as a day-to-day notation of what happened, and a journal as something more personal. I had always seen it the other way around.

Fighting myself to stay in contact. Every once in a while I feel myself collapse and have to direct. A lot. Too tired, too stressed, I've had enough. Although, I did find myself laughing at Robert;s description of the YGP coming up to perform. I'm sure we looked like we were about to die, though I couldn't have told you that. I had no sese of myself durin gthe performances, and fought to make contact with the audience.