The View From Kalamazoo

Session organizer letters: printing. And printing, and printing, and printing.

Much packing, laundry, misc. cleaning at home – am leaving for a much-needed no-child jaunt. First down to St.L for a Pat’s pilgrimage and visit with a friend who will be leaving for research and a conference in Jolly Olde for the summer; then to the Grove for time to walk, talk, drink coffee with real cream, and not think very hard unless I want to, not hear endless whining, not experience daily aggravation and frustration that leads me to see job notices like this one and pause..a..little..too..long. Not think about Bri’s likely (and deserved) promotion which will mean him not wanting to move ever for chunk of time…which sure as hell f*cks my future plans. I’m submitting one paper and working on getting a translation spruced to submit for publication – do you wonder why? I do, currently.

And get that damn soundtrack out of my head. And Bri can watch it over, and over, and over while I’m gone – and then lose the DVD just before I come back.

Yes, I need this vacation. Oh yes, I certainly do.

I’m techinically missing my anniversary *mumblelevenmumble*, but I’ll be back in time for my birthday…which I get to spend with my *adjective removed for mixed audience* in-laws at a wedding, the story behind which would make either a soap opera plot of Jerry Springer show. *tossess confetti*