When it's on the scale of a few hundred files, it's mildly heady, as well as a touch scary.
Good stuff for a Friday morning.
Jet had a most excellent night. He was up just once, though he was damned hard for John to get to sleep at first. During his night feeding, he was peaceful and steady and even ate a bit of his bottle. He was wide awake after an enormous belch after I gave him his anti-gas stuff, and he was wide eyed and peaceful while I held him against my shoulder. We bounced a bit on the ball, and he curled up close against me, head tucked in against my throat, and I thought he was asleep. But when I got up to walk the hallway upstairs, his dark eyes were wide, wide open. I couldn't get him to close them, so I just laid him down in his crib and tucked a blanket close around him. He watched the tropical fish on the denim hanging by his crib, with wide-open eyes, but he was perfectly still.
I walked away a little bit, waited a while, came back, and his eyes were still wide open, and he just turned his head to look at me. I smiled at him and he gave me a small smile back, and turned back to look at the hanging. I walked away again, to poke at my computer, and then came back in ten minutes and he was very peacefully asleep.
So Jet definitely knows how to put himself to sleep. A good thing, all in all.
I think I got to a point where my life didn't change all that much. There were cool things in it, and lots of people to see and stuff to do and places to go; but it didn't really change all that much. And, for me at least, the interesting things are the things that change.
Jet changed everything, and continues to do so at an incredible rate. He changes, himself, so quickly, that it's always keeping me a little off balance. And so he's the most interesting thing in my life right now. Work is just work. New places are just another travel juncture. Most of the people in my life have been there a while and remain. A few people my age change with years worth of effort or desire. Jet changes every week. It's astonishing and it's likely why he's going to dominate my entries, because the interesting things in my life, right now, mostly involve his changes.
I'm glad I'm journaling them. Up until now, journaling has been my way of making each day unique, to gain consciousness about the good things in each day and when I'm falling in a rut on the bad days. Last year, 2000, was a really bad year for my journal because I was having a hard time getting the days to come into focus anymore. I didn't think I'd do what I'm doing now, actually recording every day, when I had Jet to take care of, too.
It's kinda cool. When I go back, now, to read old entries, I get a taste for the specificity of that particular day. That's nice to have when I remember so little.