Everything in life is in good shape right now. Okay, not the details. Those are a disaster. Behind schedule, no money, healthy as the bends, sleeping so often I can almost remember what it’s like, etc. But the other things, the things that matter—those are amazing.
I am so fond of my life sometimes… Must sound odd, but it’s true. It’s not just that lovely things are happening (they are, by the way)—it’s that I’ve been sailing this ship for so long I’ve come to love it, idiosyncratic and a bit leaky even though it may be. We’ve been everywhere together, my life and I.
I’m taking a day to do some things that need to be done. I’ll do a little make-up time on Saturday for the office, but for today I am working on:
– Meta-academics (i.e. conferences, journals, roles, blah, blah)
– Couple phone calls
It’s snowing; little flurries are wandering past my window, aimlessly exploring New York. They look almost bored. Perfect, absolutely perfect.