After a crazy awful hectic week I finally feel like I have everything sorted. I’m caught up on reading, I spent a considerable chunk of the weekend babysitting my awesome nyc kids (and playing a great g-rated version of 10 fingers. hilarious) and I’ve planned my first program! Yay! Life is calm.
So the weather outside is so frightful I’m seriously considering the validity of taking a cab to class (in my defense, this particular class is a 30 minute walk away) but this definitely makes me feel better.
Because where you’re sick there is nothing better than waking up at 10, going to class, napping from 1-2:30, eating, then napping again from 3:30-4:30. Except maybe not having to go out in the rain for food.
And it’s so nice of them to make it happen in the middle of the night. If it were during the day, I would have to do something productive, but at 2 am, all I have to do is sleep.
Not only because some events in my life are so neatly wrapped up in the last one, but because this time the transition came right with the new month, which was so satisfyingly orderly.
But I have a question. I noticed when I got home from Staples with my new eco-friendly composition book that it isn’t recycled, it’s made out of sugar cane paper. Hmmmm…is this as good as recycled paper? What if everyone just switched over to sugar cane paper, wouldn’t it just be transferring the problem from trees to sugar cane? And if we can use sugar cane for paper, why can’t we just use corn since we have a scary overabundance of it? I feel like my previous notebook, which was 100% recycled, did a little better on the whole eco thing than my new notebook, which isn’t recycled and is using new materials, even though they aren’t trees. Is it cheaper for Staples to have sugar cane notebooks instead of recycled notebooks? Is it weird for me to be so picky about this?
It’s just, I only get a new notebook about ever eight months so it’s going to be with me for a while.
Today I was able to wake up and read a new book without realizing than an hour had flown by in the process. I can’t even describe how good that felt. It felt like a sunny room with a view of the ocean. It felt like a secret. It felt like being back here:
Is there anything better than being trapped on a ferry for six hours with the whole boat to wander around in, knowing you can’t do anything productive for the time being even if you wanted to?
Maybe waking up and grabbing a book off the side table and not knowing how cold the floor is for a long, long time.
Today definitely did not start off as a happy thought. First, I was late and I absolutely could not be late because I had a test and if I was late for the test I wouldn’t be allowed to take it. Second, it was raining and I couldn’t find my umbrella. Third, as I finally rushed out the door sans umbrella (but with rainboots) I grabbed my black raincoat only to find out in the elevator that my black raincoat was not my black raincoat but was in fact my black wool coat. I had no time to go up and switch because I HAD to get to class, so I ran/walked 13 blocks (making it in record time, I might add) and took the test smelling like a wet sheep. Then I ran/walked 13 blocks back and this is where the happy comes in.
Ah, time. Tea and time. Tea and time while you no longer smell like a wet sheep and you have two hours to sit and just sit until your next class and your next class is your favorite class ever so it’s not even a bad thing that you have to go out in the rain again.