I talked about birthday’s last week, but this week is the actual birthday week. Happy birthday to me. I think I’ll be 36? That seems old, but perhaps because I sometimes think of myself as 13 years old still. I feel like that’s about when my memory has general continuity and my brain and thinking were close to what it is now. Maybe that’s not true, but the memory makes it feel true.
Just a few minutes before lunch is over so I should be succinct. We’re planning on moving back into our old Fairfield house, so we don’t feel rushed in the search for a house that is a good fit. And reasonable price. That last point seems harder, since the market is so weird right now. So, houses are on our minds. Also, Suzannah just got offered a continuation of her sweet job situation, which gives her a difficult situation: we were planning on having some fun time after I left my job, perhaps the last long stretch before we start the parenthood adventure, but does she want to try and postpone the job and possibly lose it, or lose the opportunity to have some adventures together?
The end of my job is getting very close, so it’s not intimidating to think of the end date any more. But I’m still playing it week by week. I don’t want to check out before it’s actually over, and that requires being focused on the here and now, so my goal of “get through this week with dignitary and grace” (doing the best job I can) is still an effective one.
OK, signing off!
I Out
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