I'm so, so, so tired. I got up early, worried over how much coolant the car had in it, drove to work, made sure the program I started running last night had finished smoothly & happily, drove to Foster City, talked to the woman who is going to be teaching me about Judaism, drove back to work, collapsed into my chair -- and got handed a new project.

This is, mind you, the good sort of tired. This is the tired of getting up at a reasonable time every morning (7:30-8, although Wednesday and yesterday I slept until around 9), of coming into work and getting a lot done, of going to class on Tuesday evening (Japanese II -- collect the whole set!), of going to group Sunday night and individual Wednesday noon, of remembering to eat at least two (and sometimes three!) meals a day, of cooking in a very minor way on Monday and Wednesday nights, of going to gaming last night and doing my Japanese homework while still managing to pay attention to what was going on in the game. This is the tired of having met my deadline and being simultaneously congratuled and handed a new project. This is a tired that will appreciate my first slow steps to respect Shabbat as a time of rest, because right now rest is exactly what I need. Unfortunately, Liz called a meeting for 4pm, and I had hoped to go to the library (why I'm not sure, as I still have about 20 unread library books), and I'm also playing with the idea (related to this Shabbat thing) of being home before sundown. So do I skip the meeting? I don't know yet.

The problem with being tired is that I can't settle down to anything, as everything I do is just marking time until I can go home (the library is looking less and less likely as the minutes crawl by) and lie down on the couch and read something nice. Although come to think of it, the interesting looking novel about Lady Murasaki is waiting for me at the library, so perhaps I will go after all.

How many entries have you seen, gentle reader, in which I cannot decide whether or not to go to the library? It's becoming a theme, I fear. The reasons are simple; I will go and get far too many books, and then I will put pressure on myself to read them (leading to enjoyable accomplishment but a vague sense of stress) or I won't (leading to less books read, and less stress, but a vague sense of guilt). Why do I do this? Perhaps I ought to ponder that.