out of routine

In Mexico, I would start every morning with a bowl of cereal, a banana, and a steady diet of my favorite blogs.


While enjoying the morning sun in my garden, I would read up on what was going on in the various states of Mexico -- and add my comments to the conversations.  It was fun.  And as regular as the phases of the moon.


That memory got me to thinking about life here in Oregon.  Instead of reading the blogs at my leisure, I now feel rushed to get through them at the end of the day.  And I do not comment as much as I once did.


The primary cause is too obvious to even mention.  But I will.  Returning to work means my time is no longer my own.  I am selling it to my employer.  And I get a good bargain out of it.


And then there are the other demands on my time.  Because I am going to be here only for a limited amount of time, I have been booked for most evenings and weekends since I came north.


What was recreation in Mexico has almost turned into a task.  Like most tasks, it slips down my list of interests.  There is simply something about the rushed life style north of the border that turns joy into drudgery.  As if a mad alchemist had been turned loose amongst us.


But there will be a change in my work routine for the next week.  I am heading to southern California to experience Disneyland, Magic Mountain, and Warner Brothers Studios.  None of that lends itself to blog-reading.


But as my buddy Calypso says: STAY TUNED.