home at last.

Today I admitted defeat. I came in early—at 8:30—and left many many hours early—around 11:00 by my count. I was exhausted, bleary, and feeling worse by the hour. So I took my work with me and went home.

I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and bought a few sundries (milk, munchies, something for dinner tomorrow).

I petted the cats, settled down to work at the computer for a little while after eating some food, and then realized that my exhaustion wasn't going to go away if I didn't rest. So I decided to take a nap—and woke up three hours later.I probably could have gone back to sleep. It was difficult to wake up. I remember opening my eyes and trying to fight my way out of what felt like a thick fog. I don't know how long it took for me to actually wake up, but it was quite a while. It helped that the cats were swirling around me and meowing.

They've been wanting a lot of attention lately. They have an uncanny sense for when one of their pet humans needs a little extra kitty lovin'. "Kitty therapy," Kat calls it.

Many thoughts today—none really worth writing down. I pointed some friends toward a little online test that Andy passed along to me: http://www.speakout.com/ActivismTools/selectors/religion/. If you're not sure what belief system you have, this is a quick canned version to give you an idea or two. I tested out at 100% agreement with humanists, 92% agreement with Unitarian Universalists, and about 85% agreement with Theravada Buddhists.

Doesn't really surprise me. I often feel like a fish out of water in the southeast U.S.—Jeff has to remind me sometimes that my beliefs are most definitely not that of the norm here in Alabama. I try not to make jokes about "fundies"—my pet term for fundamentalist Christians with misogynistic views toward people who do not have the same beliefs that they do.

Since relatively fundamentalist Christianity is the norm here, I shouldn't be surprised when people start evangelizing at the oddest moments. I was evangelized to on my first day of work at my present company, and it was almost enough to make me walk back out the door and never come back.

Some people simply don't understand the fact that going out and witnessing to other people isn't an act that those other people particularly appreciate.

I'm happy that you've found something that helps you make sense of this world. But few people enjoy being force-fed.

Just for that, I think I'll read Thich Nhat Hanh before I go to bed tonight.

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