Lessons [dot dot dot] of Life.

Gaawwd, sounds so melodramatic. Lessons…of…Life. Should don a frilly shirt, mope about some castle, really.

Jotting it down, before I forget, tho. I won’t have much opportunity today, not here at the job, I’m figuring. Rather, I won’t be allowing myself the opportunity here, at the job. A precaution, this. A toning down. Recently I’ve been posting, with abandon, as the poetic may say, to blog and Protag, but from the job. That’s an employee regulations no’no. Last night, still at the job, during a break from the job, a half-hour or so after blog’fully expressing my desire to simplifyyy, I noted PCAnywhere suddenly active, and my pc desktop no longer my private own. Scary as encountering a ghost in my wanderings, that. And a reminder. A lesson, too.

No one’s called me in and shut the door for a talking to, not yet. It might not come. It might. If it comes, I’ll come clean, naturally. Wasn’t surfing porn, after all. Only a quick blog and short minutes perusing Protag. And about to update some inventory report, when Little Bro popped in.

But that’s just one lesson I’m wanting to jot. Wanting to jot these, as said so I’ll remember, maybe learn from, if there’s learning to be got from any of them.

There’s also the writing environment at home I’m having a tough time calling…a lesson. Picture the typical writer’s den…from typical writer biography, as illustrated on teevee. Camera following writer thru a typical day. He’s looking everywhere, but at the camera. Folks encountered in his day invariably are smiling, supportive, and also don’t seem to see that camera…and crew. They must be invisible. That’s just me envying the writer blessed with a quiet place in which he can practice book-jacket poses. Yeah, well, that’s someone else’s place. That’s not the box in the noisy stack of boxes I live in.

How do students study in those dorms, anyway? I didn’t have, or feel, so much distraction in my younger days. This then just my old brain wearing out, is it? Adaptation a possible evolutionary outcome of all this…?
Is that the lesson, then?