Invisible; Repeatable; Resource-to-be-Mined-by-the-Community...

The call from the realtor's office asking if we could show our house resulted in me racing home mid-work-day and racing like a cleaning dervish throughout the house, and while each of the rest of the things that happened throughout the day eminated from choices that I made (even more directly than the choice to put my house "on the market"), the day still felt like I was a means to an end for many around me, and not at all a person or an ends myself.

At work, the tech department first refused to ready the room for the film club I was to host from the community, and then when finally they agreed to let me do all the setup work myself, they still reported me to my boss who went off on me based on the frustrating policy arrangements they have with the room reservation people; the roast I cooked for our first dinner with our spanish tutors was not great (the cut & the cooking), but finally the film was good, and the discussion with the eclectic group that always follows these films -- was delightful