Nose to the Grindstone
Monday, August 30th, 2004I’m back at work on a Monday, and I’m not that thrilled about it. We’re trying to debug a process that can, occasionally, bring our production system to its knees. BLEAH!
David and I are going to start writing in journals every day. I’m doing it because I could probably use a little journal that only has tidbits about what happened that day and how I felt. David is doing it because I told him he has to… which is cruel, to be sure. He really doesn’t enjoy writing. That’s the main reason I’m making him do it. I figure, if he practices and gets better at expressing himself on paper, then doing his writing homework won’t be such a bloody big deal.
We’re all in school now. Arabic is one of the hardest academic things I’ve ever tried in my life, but I’m doing well in it and I’m looking forward to one day being conversant. For now I’ll have to settle for sounding like a semi-retarded preschooler.