This past week has been trying to say the least.   I also have a lot of tasks I have to complete the next few weeks as I work to move my family from Puerto Rico out west.  Yet, the situation there has been more and more infuriating. My little niece got pneumonia and there was barely enough electrical power to help her out with the aid she needed.  I’m not even going to go into the harrowing details. Suffice it to say that my niece ended up in her baby carriage with some kind of oxygen mask on in a Kmart aisle that had working electrical outlets.

While the week has been rough, I have been trying to get work done.  I worked and worked and answered questions. I ran data and put together reports and powerpoints. Despite how trying the week has been for my family, I was quite productive. My mom raised me right and for that I am always grateful. I try to always keep that in mind.

As I rushed to finish up some tasks before heading out to pick up my son from school, I started up a Google to search some images for a presentation.  I searched, found, and copied and pasted.   Then, apparently time went into a special slow-mo mode of sorts. Before I knew it I found myself staring at the screen and beyond. I was deep into blank thought when I finally snapped myself out of it.   I came to realize I had been staring at a rack of lamb on yelp for about ten minutes.  I shook myself out of it and tried to understand why I had beeing staring at this rack. I really don’t like lamb. Well, rather I don’t like to eat lamb.   As my son says “it’s not my favorite.”

You know how sometimes you can get lost in an image of fire? That’s how I was. I was reminded of a film called “The Men who Stare at Goats” starring George Clooney.  The film is about psychic spies. Well, sort of.   Perhaps my staring at the rack of lamb was me trying to compel myself. Compel myself for what, I don’t know. I have no idea how I reached that conclusion and how it is related to the movie. This is just a rant after all.

It’s time to carry forth.