Movement

Though seasonal chaos has me slumbering late, I have managed to achieve varying degrees of productivity lately. Today in particular has been full of happy-making movement.

I managed to make substantial headway on both my math homework and take-home test. I did so well I was thrown into an odd fit of ecstatic working-on-things, and so I catch myself feeling pretty groovy. Yea, working makes me feel groovy.

For several months now I have been talking about my story on the Mayor of Wichita, and after a conversation with him and several with his assistant, I believe we finally have a plan hashed out.  The conclusion after today’s conversation seems to be my photographer and I will tag along with him on his less-Mayoral escapades, getting to know him and his element.

I did laundry today, and the odd thing is that it didn’t really need done. Of course, my definition of “needing done” surely rivals many’s definition of “disaster” or “time to call FEMA.” Regardless, I made a preemptive strike on the laundry. Now me and mine wait in anticipation for the inevitable counter-strike.

One of the most exciting developments of the day has been the break in programmer’s block (or designer’s block, not sure) that I have been experiencing in putting together my Web site. The site, complete with blog, resume and portfolio, has been vexing me for a hot minute now. But today alone I have managed to do more with it than I have in the past two months.

Yes, there are other things, but this is the point in the post where we realize a tangible example of mine problem: I have forgotten all the other productive things I did today.

Fret not readers, for the effects of the actions will linger, and if you are of the faithful ilk, then the evidence of movement alone and the passionate utterings of its witness shall tell you truthfully and accurately of the degree of displacement the movement has caused.

Consider it substantial but unsubstantiated.