thursday malaise...

Slow, quiet day here in the office.  Pounding away here on the keys, drawing squiggly lines all over the screen in the name of AutoCAD.  This job just seems so meaningless at times...making maps of buildings for a report that no ones going to look at, for buildings that are going to be demolished.  Sigh.  

All the talk lately of trips, of taking off for weeks, months at a time have me restless.  I know some of it has to do with this being sick too, the feeling of not getting out, being confined, that slowing down i was talking about before.  It's more than that though.  It's the need to really get out for a time, and not a time insignificant, but a sizable chunk of time.  It's that wanderlust, the pull of the 'out there', that seemingly unslakable thirst for experience.  Experience...that's more of what it is.  It's not a need to necessarily go far, but it does seem that after a while going far does become a necessity.  An artificial necessity, but a construct that I have there none the less.  I get jaded with what's all around me, and have to check myself sometimes.  I forget the simply enjoyment of driving to somewhere like laguna and just walking along the cliffs and the beach all day, and instead spin myself up in to the idea that i need to get in the car at 5am and drive all the way to morro bay to do the same thing.  And even then it's not the same thing, since I'm always thinking of the time i'll have to take to get home, of where to eat, of traffic.  I forget sometimes just how good it can be down here.  Especially now, with summer gone, dropping into the cooler fall and winter.  Damp cold sand, cloudy afternoons, sweatshirts and coffee well into the late morning.  I love this time of year, love the open and mostly empty coast, the damp, the fog.  Summer's great, but fall and winter are some of my favorite times to be down there, albeit for different reasons than the summer. 

That sort of rambled off track, but the whole idea is that I'm now really feeling the itch to get out.  Sometimes I think the little weekend trips make it more difficult, other times i don't.  I need those trips, the friday, saturday, sunday jaunts up to mammoth, to the wine country, out to joshua tree.  I need that in my blood.  Days are good, but my heart craves weeks, months.  

It's not the first time i've talked about this.  I just need to do something about it...

Off to Beachwood in Seal Beach for a MS Ride fundraiser, and a few good pints.  Nice thing about having beer dork friends - when they throw an event, they know how to get the beer right.  I know i'll be having Racer X, some beers from Moonlight, and who knows what else.  All in the name of charity.  Gotta love it...