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I'm spending the day reading the novel I have to teach this week, but letting myself think a fair bit as well. There's some kind of Wordsworthian tranquil reflection to the day. The past eight months or so have had little of that; too much going on. I think I need a calm mind to start on my dissertation again, so I'm glad things seem to be settling down. I'm supposed to be submitting a new prospectus/outline/proposal round about tomorrow, but I've decided to be a bit easy on myself and wait another couple of weeks, until my wisdom teeth are out and I'm have more time to myself to sort things out.
And I've decided to move! I think this is a very good decision. When you move into a certain place only planning to stay a year, and then resign yourself to embarking on year four, it can be an unhealthy feeling. I realised that my decision to stay had been a knee-jerk response to my disappointment in my dad's all-too-typical flip flop on the investing in a dinky little house with me. So I'll just move into a different apartment instead, which will also improve my other problem of having a lack of decent workspace during the year, since now I'll have a bedroom and thus a free desk to read and muse at.
I had another date with the mathematician from out of town this week, and my misgivings about the complexity of the whole situation are working themselves out. I made chocolate chip cookies and blueberry pancakes and roasted homefries and we had a lazy carbfest to beat all lazy carbfests: a lovely time, in short. So maybe things will be a little more sane on that front, now that the fucked-up musician is pretty firmly out of the picture.
And I've decided to move! I think this is a very good decision. When you move into a certain place only planning to stay a year, and then resign yourself to embarking on year four, it can be an unhealthy feeling. I realised that my decision to stay had been a knee-jerk response to my disappointment in my dad's all-too-typical flip flop on the investing in a dinky little house with me. So I'll just move into a different apartment instead, which will also improve my other problem of having a lack of decent workspace during the year, since now I'll have a bedroom and thus a free desk to read and muse at.
I had another date with the mathematician from out of town this week, and my misgivings about the complexity of the whole situation are working themselves out. I made chocolate chip cookies and blueberry pancakes and roasted homefries and we had a lazy carbfest to beat all lazy carbfests: a lovely time, in short. So maybe things will be a little more sane on that front, now that the fucked-up musician is pretty firmly out of the picture.