Bristling Escarpment, Kalaloch, November 2009
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about where I’ll end up. The dust is settling from many decisions and influences and things are starting to seem more completed than not. For better and worse I think I’ve found job I can retire in. It’s a numbly comfortable thought at this stage of my life, and firms-up the landmarks for the downhill voyage… ‘At least that’s sorted out.’ As such I find that my job has become more important than my hobbies, mainly in ways that simple exhaustion bear out. I certainly don’t enjoy my job any more than my other interests, but the tiredness is all-consuming, and satisfying on basic levels.