And so, I go.

Saturday. We're out of here on Saturday. At least I'm not really anxious anymore; between the move itself, worrying about the logistics of living five miles (!) from the LIRR station, and this cold, I was in such a state this afternoon that I walked out of the beginning of a staff meeting... not good, I says to myself, says I. Now- slightly less feverish-feeling- I'm looking at the positives of the rural life: exercise (ten miles' walk a day, for starters). Quiet. Freedom from the city's too, too many distractions. In an odd, skewed way, this could be exactly what I need; although my memory is better than it was a few months ago, my concentration is still shot- at one point, I could barely focus to read a book (bad enough in and of itself- not made better when you consider that, err, I read for a living.) A monastic discipline sort of a thing- one that I never would've imposed on myself, but that may well help me Get it All Together at Long Freaking Last. We'll see.







I hope it doesn't rain much this summer...