Sylvia's Journal

On purpose I had ignored my accumulating work over the weekend and so today I paid the price. It was one breathless long day, from 7:00 AM till 6:30 PM. I had hoped to interrupt my day at noon time and go home for lunch; a habit I have not yet developed even though there is no reason not to (other people do). But I picked the one day that Axel was not home at lunch time.

I am now sitting in my jammies at home; dinner is over, elliptical exercise done, shoulder exercises done, Turkish coffee (3 cups) finished, with knitting on my right side and Hofstede’s Software of the Mind on the other side. There is so much I want to do in the few hours before bedtime that I cram everything together, doing nothing quite the way I want.

I am beginning to wonder if my decision of having a four-day workweek simply means stashing 5 days work into 4 days. I can see how easy it would be to make exceptions and do (first a little, then) some work on my Thursday off.

While I am writing I am also Skyp-chatting with one of my team members who is in Yogyakarta at the moment on a study tour. I encouraged him to see the Borobudur temple that I did not visit when I was there in 1991 because I thought I would be back a few months later with more time. I never did go back. Regrets. What regrets will I leave Afghanistan with?