Turned yet another paper in. Found out I’ve got a midterm coming up on Friday. Will this never end? Mentally preparing to really set in on another book, but have yet to line up a publisher. Will be contacting the folks who helped me out last time shortly. Paid some bills, wrote letters to a couple of old friends via U.S. mail after one of them surprised me with a letter. Writing, as in “by hand” with a pen, is quite a visceral experience — I’d forgotten. Too cool. Basically, still trying to figure out what I want to do with myself for life right now and for about the next 5 or 10 years. All I know is that I want it to involve rain, the smell of rain, grass, and just — you know — beauty — the beauty of existence. Big decision, and more than a little overwhelming. Anybody have any ideas?