I have been looking forward to this fortnight for two months. Through class and projects and presentations and weekends and evenings full of meetings and analyzing data and ALL OF IT.*
So here we are. What am I going to do? Well, here’s what I’ve been fantasizing** about.
- Reading at a tea shop
- Working on my novel again
- Coming home from work or dance class and just flopping on the floor and staring at the ceiling
- Writing a million blog entries
It’s that last one that leads me to report this here. You’ll notice it’s been quiet lately; I don’t like it either, but I’m about to sort it out. I still have another quarter left, so it’s not likely to be the last quiet time… but I’m going to chase the echoing silence away for a while, at least.
That’s for tomorrow. For today, for you, I have promises. And also this picture of the orange peels left after some fruit experienced the Rapture next to Bobby Morris field.
*In the hours outside of my regular-person job, I mean. To be clear.
**No, seriously, this stuff has been the fodder for flights of fancy for some weeks now. Spring break is different when you’re moving into the middle part of adulthood.