Monday unfurling.

It certainly feels like Monday, what with the rain and all, but according to Environment Canada the weather is looking up and up as of this evening or tomorrow. Sunny skies, warmer temperatures, and I’ve got my car back so I can get out of town this weekend. Not that I’m going anywhere particularly grand, but I am due for a trip to the island to see friends and family. I figure I should be going often this summer as come fall I will be primarily traveling other places.

And I find myself eager for this – the trips east and north and south in the not-distant future – and wondering. Knowing when I am on the road all the time it is awfully hard on my nervous system, but somehow preferring it to week-in/week-out in the same place. Though when I really explore that, I suspect it is more a frustration with coming into the office and my appointed cube every day that I dislike. When I am home and ambling, I do not feel quite so stuck and needing to leave. Perhaps it really is just the beige walls closing in on me and nothing more.

Looking at my calendar, I am heartened to note that I am out of the office almost the whole last two weeks of August between union meetings and vacation. I still find it hard to believe that I’ve got 10 days booked off for the Marble Mountains (7 days of which will be spent hiking), plus another trip to the Walbran scheduled.

This week is full of work that I am dreading, resentful of and feel stuck about. Mainly union hearings to prepare for and bureaucratic paperwork for my employer (not to mention a whole day of interviews on Wednesday). I really look forward to stepping down as union stewart entirely for awhile (once I start traveling in September I will be bowing out of that role entirely and with plausible excuse), as I’ve gotten a bit burnt out from it lately. But until then, I just have to buckle down to it. On the bright side, I expect that once this week is done I will feel awfully accomplished.