Today,
A) It was cold. While I'm glad to see the season make the full committment to turning, I'll be pretty pissed if we lost all our gorgeous 60-70 degree fall days to a week or so of freakishly warm 80 degree days. We'll see. Right now I'm suffering all my "fuck it's cold now" symptoms - cold feet that keep me from concentrating, hands that get icy as I type, the desire to eat heaps of pasta (resisting so far). And DON'T tell me how much worse it will get. I know this. Hell, I'm not even complaining right now. Just commenting on the fact that two days ago I was tanning in James Madison and now I am thinking I need to move my ass to the Winter Coat Store. (That exists, right?)
B) I did loads of reading. I think I read for longer today without significant break than I have in grad school to date. I accomplished a lot, and I feel pretty good. I even want to stay in and keep reading, and will probably read over another piece before going out. Will this last? Almost surely not. But...
C) I felt myself grow up a little bit. This sensation always freaks me out a little bit when it's very concious. I was walking towards the bus thinking about concepts of national identity in the 18th century, and it was like a bead on an abacus had been shifted from one side to another, and suddenly the sum was different, and I was different. I always think I'll get used to the feeling, but it's always a different bead, so it's always different. Maybe it'll go back to being an unconcious process one of these days.
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