Contentment and Absent Mindedness

Was walking along the little road from Charles Morris Hall to the library today and passed a group of middle-ages men happily shovelling leaves into a big truck. The leaves were dank and musty and the sun was obscured in a foggy sky but they were nattering away happily and evidently enjoying themselves very much. And I thought that even though they might not have known it and they might not think so, they were among the luckiest men in the world. To be able to work out of doors, to enjoy the fresh air and each other's company, would be such a joy. That's more than can be said for most jobs.

I hope that I'll be content teaching... and that I'll have enough patience and endless bubbliness to keep the little peoplings occupied.

Was very very absent minded today:

1. Pushed a door that was meant to be pulled. (at the Grand Arcade)
2. Pulled a door that was meant to be pushed! (at One Stop)
3. Dropped a Soother sweet into my jacket and had to feel myself all around for it until it fell out between one of the buttons
4. Searched for nonexistent beef in a Morrison's bag when I hadn't bought any
5. Walked into a pillar in the Union.

Guess my absent mindedness is a habit I must actively try to overcome :o)