Waiting On A File

I could've slept forever! This morning I woke up at 5. And then... 5:30. Then 5:45. I think it was somewhere around 6 the next time I checked. Then 7. As it started nearing 8 I pondered getting up. I thought about it a few times. Looked at the time a few times. Finally, closing in on 9, I opened my eyes and... realized I wasn't so tired after all!

It's been a good day. A lot of tidying up. Last minute (and incomplete - but I think I got all really important files) backups. A Slim Shady LP looping inaudibly in the background as I hurriedly vacuumed the house, and now only the kitchen's left, where I'm about to compose my final meal, tortillas with a batch of various leftover vegetables, cheese, ketchup; quorn. I'm just waiting for a file transfer to finish first. So I can start a new, more extensive one, that'll hopefully last the duration of my meal preparations.

I've packed my suitcase, packed my bag, handed the neighbor a key, turned off heated floors and backup electricity and cleared the cookies on my gaming computer. Cause you never know. For the first time I'm taking one HD with me, with my most important backups, packed in my suitcase in a hopefully uncrackable and unbumpable see-through blue plastic box. I get paranoid just thinking about how much time would be lost if all my stuff was to for some reason suddenly disappear, or stop working, or who knows what... but better live in the now instead of in possessions, right? You aren't who you are because of what you own, but of how you live; what you do. And that's true. So moving through...

It's finally summer! Feels strange how I'll soon be standing upon the probably bare and dried up lawn at our Northern lake house, hearing the birds chirp, breathing in that air completely free of dust and pollution, seeing the reflection of trees wave on the surface of the water, feeling the damp ground below my bare feet as the sun slowly sets on a pink and blue horizon... though it's bound to feel even stranger when I'm actually there; experiencing it. Sights and visions from previous years flash through my mind, but this is a strange time to be reminiscing. The files are still chugging away. I should be down in the kitchen. My tummy's itching. I have leftover dishes piled high, ready to get polished till they're glistening. This is in: file transfer complete, so... I can eat.