On MLK Jr. Day I sit alone in a very empty office in the middle of a sleepy farm town. No one is emailing me, no one is online, and the phone has not rang once. Normally this would be an opportunity to accomplish numerous tasks, but since I am new to this job and still pretty new to this city, it is just a time to sit and wish I had the day off like everyone else. I can hear kids running by the office every now and then and the church bells ringing to remind me another hour has slowly ticked away. I should appreciate the calmness before the storm. Tomorrow I am flying to LA with my new boss to take part in a design charrete - no pressure there.
The last few days have been very cold. Cold for Oregon standards and very cold for California, but at least it is sunny. It is supposed to slowly return to normal but our trip this weekend to Palm Springs may not be in the 70's like we had hoped for.
Currently I have KINK 102 from Portland playing over my computer as if I was right there in Salem working again. I don't think I'll be able to do it too often without being homesick. We've been pretty busy ever since we got back from our Christmas vacation and so I haven't thought a lot about it, although I keep waiting for the HS bug to bite. Rosana and I have started going to the gym. Bob has two classes that go on into the evening so it has helped to have something to look forward to after work. We even took a belly dancing class last week. We were hilarious. I have a new found respect for hula dancers as well as belly dancers; it is hard work.