My eyes throb like I've been crying all day. Which I haven't been. Not all day, anyway. But it has been an emotional 24 hours. My Dad [here for his yearly visit from Israel] have been butting heads all day. So badly that I called my therapist mid afternoon and she agreed to see me this afternoon. 36-friggin years old and my dad's "constructive" criticism still sends me tumbling down that dark, cold, well of self-loathing. He and I had it out a bit and I think he will lay off some. At least TLG is enjoying having his "saba" here. [Hebrew for Grandfather].
Straight from my therapists office to the meeting that I alluded to mysteriously yesterday. It's official: I will be serving as Campaign Manager for a local guy who will run for City Council in our fair little town. I've never done anything exactly like this before, though I have done some grassroots organizing and advocacy work. But I think the guy in question will be a good Councilperson, and working on his campaign will be a fun, 3 month gig. [It's a volunteer position of course, no paid staff on a campaign this local.] We had an initial strategy session tonight. He seemed really pleased with the ideas and insights I brought to the table.
In any case it's been a long and more-intense-than-usual 24 hours. I am still hoping to go to the Dean Meet-up tomorrow night. I enjoyed volunteering for the Bradley Campaign in 99-2000 so I would like to do some Dean work too. We'll see how I feel tomorrow night...
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