Final Hours of Freedom

Back in Chicago, trying to run a million errands in the next 36 hours, before my new job begins bright and early on Wednesday morning. Actually, I don’t know if the mornings are “bright,” not having gotten up that early in at least ten months. Possibly longer.

The last week in Indianapolis was busier than I had anticipated, although I’m not sure I can say that I actually did anything. I brought some work home I had wanted to do (like figure out my loan consolidations, which must be done within the next four days), and never even took it out of my bag. I had good times with Nephew and various friends, although I of course didn’t get to see everybody I had hoped to. I helped out (sort of) for part of Indian Market and ate my annual Indian Veggie Taco. I drove between Indianapolis and Zionsville over and over and over. It was a good week, but neither relaxing nor satisfying.

And now what? In exchange for a paycheck, I’m now relinquishing my privileges of sleeping in, take afternoon naps with Monte, reading Heidegger, and writing five pages a week about things I really enjoy. I’m not angry about it. Just nervous. Nervous about whether or not I’ll still find time for me in the 8-5 world.

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current book: The Places In Between by Rory Stewart; I didn’t read so much as a page while I was in Indy.
current music: Ryan’s Get-Me-Going Mix, an awesome mix made by a former manager at McBookstore. It features tunes such as The Libertines’ “Can’t Stand Me Now” and Magnetic Fields “I Thought You Were My Boyfriend.” And, as I discovered this evening, it is a great album to cook to.
current socks: The weather was a little wacky today: mid-60s with a cool Lake Michigan breeze, but unbearably humid. So I wore jeans and socks and shoes and was alternately too cold or too hot. The socks are in various garish shades of blue, orange, and red, with kokopellis all over them. They were included in my parting gift from the museum last August.