Sunday

Woke up pretty late today. Read quite a bit of "The Last Continent" by Terry Pratchet, had a good laugh. I recommend you that book. Got a long-awaited story's continuation from a friend over the net, but the evil early wake up for work tomorrow forces me to get to sleep early on, so the story will have to wait for tomorrow. Something nice to keep me going on through the day... especially thinking about the after work visit to the police station to fill up a form for my lost mobile phone will be one tough day, knowing the policemen around here.

So yesterday I was thinking about work, as it is last week of work, for the time being. While at work, or even going to work, seemed so compelling. Nothing to worry about, just follow the everyday procedures. Wake up, wash face, brush teeth, go to work, come back, do something not-so-special, and early bed, to continue on with the same process tomorrow. But in this routine I felt the comfort of security. Everything was pre-planned, I had the day more or less planned for this (last work) week. In this habbit of mine, I felt relaxed, no need to think about anything different, just the straight forward thing I have been doing for the past 2 months, more or less the same. I guess its a good example how the surrounding and the familiarity of it makes us relax and push down our thinking pace to the minimum of the mundane surrounding...