I Like'Em Chunky

. . . in the immortal words of Will.i.am and Hans Zimmer. A. and B. and I can reduce ourselves to giggling idiots just by saying, "I like'em chunky." Because we do.

The last few days I did not like how I was feeling. What I was reading in Emotional Intelligence, was how useful is distraction in managing one's emotions. A. and B. and I watched that silly movie, and we read a lot, and we grilled, and then there are the French lessons, and the wine books. I tried a new wine, from Puglia. It was corked, but even that was interesting, as it doesn't happen very often. We went to the library. (Twice.) I found a new place to walk where there is a lot of precious shade. (Isn't it ridiculous to live in a place where one is grateful for shade at 5 o'clock in the morning?)

I even thought about getting a job. There is a job in San Francisco that was actually offered to me 8 years ago or so. My friend and colleague S. sent the notice to me. The job description might as well have been written for me. It would be an increase in pay (which would certainly be necessary), and it would also obviously mean surrendering some of the things I love about having my own business. I guess I could apply, and leave the decision until or if the job is offered to me again. Though the company might take umbrage at a second rejection. At least it is an option.

The theme for today is that it's better to have options.

UPDATE: In a related note, today I found this quote by William James while doing research for a piece I am writing: My experience is what I agree to attend to.

Well, in that case, my experience today will be getting a lot of work done, learning some French, and finding something fun to do with A. and B.