My eating habits have become truly odd. A moment ago, I was dipping chunks of bread just ripped from an unsliced loaf into a container of molasses, and eating them just like that. And it was delicious!

This morning, I woke up early (read: 8:30am). I had actually left the radio on softly throughout the night, and the blues were still playing when I awoke. Ah, bliss. (Is this exposure turning me into an overnight fan of an entire genre I had previously never really even considered? Oh my.)

I decided I wanted to make a grocery run before work. My supply of organic carrots was depleted, and I like bringing them to work to nibble on. (Nothing says "customer service professional" like having just bit off a mouthful right before a customer makes a surprise run to the register. "Hewwo!" Munch, munch.)

So, with over 2 hours still remaining before my shift, I took off on Serenity, and made a trek over to Open Harvest in the calm morning sun. A very pleasant time of day to ride, actually. I should do it more often.

A quiet morning in the market. I didn't see anyone I knew. Different shifts, different crews. I bought a bag of the hallowed carrots, oatmeal bread, and a few other supplies.

On the way back, I contemplated the drastic yet seemingly gradual shifts my life has taken over the past 5 years (and beyond). Not just in terms of "where" I am or "what" I'm doing, but who I perceive myself to be, my attitudes, and my understanding of myself in relation to the rest of the world.

What I consider important now didn't really seem important at all in 2000 (maybe there was a tiny glimmer of it), and a lot of the stuff that seemed paramount to me then has faded into the background.

I wonder what 5 years from now will look like.

For some unknown reason, the radio broadcast I was listening to has turned into static fuzz. And now, I can't decided whether I want to go to bed or do something else.

Tomorrow is another unusual day, work-wise. I get 1.5x my normal hourly pay, and will be working a full shift.

I could go into a rant about how the original concept of "labor day" has been utterly perverted and twisted beyond recognition by corporate spinmasters and advertisers (even moreso than other holidays IMO), but right now, I don't see what the purpose would be.

Defeatism has not conquered me, but I need to choose my battles wisely.

I know what I'm going to do now. But you don't.