A day in the rain

Close to midnight last night, a university teacher invited me to a video call. I answered, curious, and we spoke for about an hour. There was no urgent news. He had seen my recent situation, remembered his own early years, and wanted to check on me and ease some of the pressure he thought I might be under. I felt his kindness. Finding one’s place is hard for many people, especially before life settles down. I still miss my school years, but nostalgia is comforting rather than a cure. I have to keep looking for my own path.

The rain on my way to work today was only a mist. I left my umbrella behind, assuming it could not possibly still be raining tonight. Of course I got wet on the way home. How could I have known the weather so many hours ahead? It made me think about preparing for uncertainty, in life and in investing. When an account has risen sharply, I prefer to have enough cash available to face a sudden market swing. At work, too, I want to make useful preparations when things are quiet.

Tomorrow is one more day on site, then a day working online. I look forward to sleeping a little longer. Realizing that tonight was Thursday made me happy for much of the journey home. Perhaps that is what it means to have something to look forward to. I can create more such moments and thread them through the days.

I have noticed that adding more instant coffee to my morning cup wakes me right up, partly because it is so bitter that I nearly cry. By noon the effect fades, and I often make another cup to keep the energy going.

I barely napped at lunch because I was behind on my public goal of reading the Bible. I have decided to give it an hour each day, including weekends, so the rest of my work and life may feel less rushed.