In The Washington Post Magazine on Sundays, there’s always some sort of historic picture, and this week it was of Lincoln meeting up with McClellan. Then there was a picture of Lincoln giving his inaugural address in a book I’m reading. And I realized that actual pictures of Lincoln weird me out. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because he’s very much this mythic figure and I’m just used to seeing portraits of him. I think it would weird me out if there were pictures of Jefferson and Washington and Adams, too. But if the technology was around for there to be pictures of the Founding Fathers, then there would be way more pictures of Lincoln, and it probably wouldn’t weird me out as much. I’m starting to think it’s a good thing I’m back at work so I have other things to think about.
Actually, it is a good thing I’m back at work. I enjoy long weekends, don’t get me wrong. But long weekends where I don’t do much…by the end, I almost miss work. Almost being the key word. If someone was like, “Hey, you can take the next week off,” I’d be happy. It’s just that by the end of the weekend, I’m kind of happy to get back to work. I think part of it might be because I miss the routine. Get up at a certain time, do things in a certain order. If I’m visiting somewhere or doing something with my time off, the lack of routine doesn’t bother me. I don’t think I’m explaining this right. Oh well.
I’ll end with this pearl of wisdom from my horoscope for today: Respect reality, but don’t get overwhelmed by it.
Current song in my head:
“Hanging by a Moment” by Lifehouse