Thought I'd get things started, even though I don't have anything interesting to report this morning.
Another night of waking at 3am or so and not falling back to sleep. Ugh. It's weird how many different kinds of thoughts come to your mind in that situation (speaking for myself, anyway). I fret about big things like health, finances, aging family members, etc. But I also think about random things that pop into my brain. For example, last night I was thinking that I don't remember Tina saying if she's started her new second job. Have you, Tina?
An old friend of ours is retiring next month, and another friend is putting together a photo montage for him. Last weekend I dug through photo albums looking for some I could scan/email him. You forget how poor the quality of old photos can be -- I had a lousy point-and-shoot camera, so the pics aren't very clear, the color and light isn't great. Nothing like digital photos now, even just off a cell phone.
I know the idea of looking at photos is to enjoy the memories of past experiences, but I have to say I find it mostly depressing. It's a reminder of how old I'm getting, how I'm not in the shape I was then, how much fun I used to have with so many people I rarely see now, how some friends or family members are no longer here, etc. I normally don't look at old photos, but I got caught up in it while searching for the ones for our friend.
Back to the piles on my desk!