Some issues at work, won’t go into them here, but I’m feeling more confident with my leadership day by day. I don’t know. Perhaps I’ve walked through the fire and come out the other side with my skin hardened against the coals. Maybe I’m just better at this with a few years, including a year of conflict, under my belt. I like to think I’ve earned the respect of my colleagues. If I haven’t, I’m not sure I care all that much (well, that’s not entirely true, I value some colleagues’ perceptions quite a bit). I feel like I know who I am, and I know what I’m doing. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel differently. Probably.
I’m writing from the upstairs bedroom, where I’ve sequestered my computer and my dissertation notes. A beta fighting fish swims in a tank on the desk next to me. I’m tired, and I should probably sleep soon. Here’s a ten point post catching up on the last couple of days:

I’ve recovered from the flu, more or less, but I’m still tired. I worked all day today. T and N appear fine. Yesterday was rough, as N was overscheduled (in my opinion, at least) and quite upset in the morning. I played basketball Wednesday morning (someone hurt himself badly enough to warrant a call to the paramedics) then rode the bike and lifted during the boys’ kickball session. I lost five pounds or so during the stomach flu bout, so I thought I’d take advantage of the head start to see if I could lose some more. Viva stomach flu!

I haven’t had a chance to catch the Bacon show at MAM yet. Stupid schedule.

I had my hair cut yesterday after seeing myself in a short film I took with the digital camera. It’s short, but not entirely dorky short (I hope). The hair stylist (is that what you call the woman who cuts your hair?) was pissed and chatty about a receptionist who called in sick. I had hardly left home in five days, so I was ready to gossip.

Tomorrow I will wear my Bears NFC champ shirt to work. I’ve been saving it like a model saves a Chanel gown for, er, whatever models attend.

This weekend the temps are supposed to fall near zero DURING THE DAY. I take back all my concerns about global warming.

I need to reconnect with the kid I’ve been mentoring at church. I was a good mentor who has morphed into shitty mentor. Time to get back into gear.

This morning M and I fought over whether or not we had peanuts in the cabinet. This was a proud moment in our marriage, rest assured.

I’ve been reading more to T and S at night this week. I normally read with N some, but M usually picks a novel and reads the book to the boys. She’s been busy, so I’ve been reading the novel, called “The City of Sparks”, with the kids. Fun.
The latest National Geographic has an article on the heart (a bad Valentine’s Day connection, I think) that outlines, in one of those boxes on the side of the articles, factors that could play into a heart attack. Apparently I’m going to die within the next eight to ten minutes. Seriously, I had all of concerns except the non-exercise one.

* I’ve been reading Dante and Gaiman off and on. I’m too tired tonight for either, though. Time to sleep.