Gathering pace.

The problem I've got working on Ellis Island isn't the work so much as it's how to do the work; namely, trying to track down the Library of Congress call number for a Christie's auction catalog while twenty people stream through the door asking questions without an indoor voice. It doesn't help that the other volunteer that usually sits next to me on Mondays doesn't have much in the way of volume modulation, and that when people ask questions, they tend to trail off before they finish their sentences, leaving me to wait for words that aren't going to come. I left more frustrated than I've been in a good while, and took the rest of the afternoon to do nothing and decompress.

Still. I like the work itself when it's quiet enough - usually before eleven in the morning. I finished two-thirds of a shelf, which is more than I've done these past two weeks. I got up at six-forty-five and made scrambled eggs for breakfast and made it to the dock ten minutes before the ferry arrived without feeling overtired or seriously upset. I watched cormorants dive on the ride to the island, and a group of loons on the ride back. I didn't spend much time at the gym, but there was a visit just the same, and I can do more in there tomorrow when I'm not going to need a lot of nothing to feel better about having been surrounded by a lot of noise.

I won't get much of anything done tonight, but tomorrow I'll have a lot more time, energy, and inclination. And I'm kind of looking forward to it.