You Must Learn What Makes Me Kind

What a day - everything is doing that crashing down at once thing that it does so well - to wit, quiz due tomorrow, new assignments for work, guest returns and needs be entertained from Wednesday to Sunday, while I still have my grader analysis due next Monday, which also happens to be the day that trial starts - and yes, I *will* be resident in San Jose from Sunday, for at least a week. Then, the next week, while everything continues, I have periodontal cleaning, a colonoscopy, and I start to move apartments. The week after that, I have my gastroscopy, and I have to finish moving apartments, while grading all the while. So, it's exciting, but I quake at the thought of trying to pull this off at once - it will have to be timed to perfection, or it's all going to fall apart in a spectatuclar fashion, and I'll go with it, probably in a daunting medical diagnosis of ulcers or cancer.

Ah, pessimism - don't you love it? I have been contemplating the revelations and comments of my guest, as I noted earlier, and I still haven't changed my point of view - I believe I have the correct mindset when I assume that the majority of people you encounter in life are either hopelessly incompetent or willfully malicious - since we are all that way, at some point or other, whether through laziness or cruelty or sheer indifference. What this means, of course, is that when you find people capable of competence, courtesy and civility, you must prize them, and thank them for their efforts for however long such efforts last. The net result? The occasional pleasurable surprise rather than ongoing grinding disappointment.