"A-Drift"

Drifting snows, drifting goals.

Punny post title, no?  Well, chuckleworthy to me, anyway.  Gotta find some humor in these times.

The snow came, just as forecasted.  The meteorologists were all patting themselves on the back with this one.  So there was some time to prepare in advance - the composter came in closer to the door; I pulled the sleds closer as well, but haven't had a chance to use them - needed to actually do the day job, couldn't go play hooky, though it seems like all of the rest of New York City did.

Storm day + 3.

Storm day + 1.

Storm day.

But therein lies the rub.  I didn't go out sledding, but I wasn't all that productive, either.  Out of balance everywhere.  Focus on professional tasks at hand has been elusive since the Project ended.  The current situation has outlasted its usefulness.  Project reminders come in every so often, offers of services no longer needed, and now the shelter shows I watch for fun to get me away from reality echo that reality - and they trigger the tears when I wasn't expecting them.  And maybe, maybe, the desire to put everything in the past is driving a push to steer in a different direction.

A halfhearted shot in the dark in a dufferent direction was launched, prematurely.  Feelers have been put out to friendly ears.  Unsolicited inquiries get more attention.  And on the personal front, the dating app is getting some play again, too - though that is likely shortlived; COVID times don't feel particularly conducive to dating.

So we're a little rudderless at the moment.  Come 2021, though, we'll have some direction, hopefully.