Too busy to think...

I saw a fellow blogger on Sunday, who, for some unknown reason, continues to check out my blog. This despite my, uhmmm, infrequent and irregular posting. I was duly chastised for my lack of public writing lately, both in digital and print formats, so I will now attempt to catch up with all due haste.

I have been writing, just not online. I'm working on various pieces of long fiction, some just starting, some that I'm editing. Some day, when I drop over from one too many hockey pucks to my mellon, someone can publish them and get rich on me. I haven't been able to write any one character for long lately. Probably a sign of how conflicted I feel about the world around me. I don't have the patience for trying to find a publisher right now, and part of me just doesn't care if the world gets to read my work anyway.

My group has been reassigned, so that we are now a sub-group of a larger group, within our organization, within our larger employer. The change so far is neither good nor bad. I will miss working for my outgoing boss, who is a friendly and straight-forward woman. She has never surprised me with bad news or criticism. I always knew where I stood with her, and I appreciate that, and her patience, more than she'll ever know. The new boss has the intriguing habit of carrying a large, hardcover, journal everywhere, in which he notes everything. He seems honest and decent, and has said all the right things to try and make the change easier. I've been working on projects with some of his other people already, so working as parts of the same team isn't too big a shock. Long term, it might even be good for me personally and professionally to be around people that will push me harder. Some of my new colleagues are very bright people, and, as a friend once observed, I consider all things to be competition. I just hope that the new boss, and my new colleagues, think we're worth having in their group.

I have joined a new hockey team for the fall, to be known as the Michigan Moose. We are hoping to get a logo and jerseys together this week. I'll be blogging the Moose games on the hockey blog Hockey Goalie.

I've been fairly overwhelmed with bitterness over the situation down south. I've got a few things I wrote, but they've remained drafts and not been published yet. I'm not sure how much good it does for me to share my bitterness with the world. I will say this: if the voters of this country don't hold Bush and his people accountable for slashing the Army Corps of Engineers budget for maintaining levees, which Bush called "pork," then the people of this country deserve what they get. Even the Romans never actually voted for Nero.

I rode my bike to work today (about 35 minutes of up hill riding with loaded panniers). I listened to two songs, repeatedly, the whole time. Between that and a thermos full of hot coffee, I'm managing to get through the day. After I ride back in to town, maybe I'll even feel a little less bitter.