Sunday December 12, 2004
Ottawa looks like a Christmas card this weekend; white stuff is piled on branches of otherwise bleak looking trees giving them that magical otherworldly appearance that almost makes me think winter isn't so bad after all. [Almost] The mild temperatures and muffled atmosphere (not the people in their scarves - noise seems not to travel the same way with the baffles laid down) are enjoyable. [For the moment]
But I've seen too many winters here to be fooled. So I'll enjoy the scenery and walk about while it lasts.
I'm working on a long overdue Christmas project in an attempt to distract my head from the many possible dooms that could still befall the starting of this company.
Part of this is fueled by my highly tuned inconsistency (aka bullshit) detectors. [Yellow level at the moment.] Some is reality based - there are a lot of unknowns, any of which could put the brakes on permanently. Communication issues are magnifying the stress. Both a lack of information and lack of clarity.
Should my world make sense? Will it again? Will I notice?
Maybe. Hopefully. Definitely.
Now that I've shared all of that with you I must also relate that another voice reminds me that this incoherence will be addressed and become part of the distant past in the matter of a few weeks. At least that's what I am being told.
Now I will go and amuse myself with my craft "therapy". Go build a snowman if you have a yard.
As for my Christmas wishes, I want peace on earth, happiness for my family and friends, the green light for my neck to be repaired and VCs to believe in our business plan so we can work our asses off for the next few years.
[Slightly amended after a night's rest.]