I’m in this odd state in-between things. Last weekend I was in New Orleans, which was really excellent—I hung out with my sister a lot, met some of her excellent friends, saw Tharrison!, saw Rachel’s old friends who I already know, and explored the city. I’d never been there before; it was in general quite a lot of fun.

But when I got back to Miami I was sick (it turned out that I had strep throat), I was kind of feverish as such, and then the city spent the next few days raining. By Friday, though, I was feeling sort of more up-beat. I started reading the Scott Pilgrim comic books (great), hung out with Murray (fun), and managed to work on a job proposal with him. Oh, I should add that I’ve found a job in Miami—it’s temporary for the moment, but seems quite likely that it will turn into a full-time two-year gig.

Something about all of this, though—I’d guess the liminality of it all, the moments where I’m just waiting, where exciting things have happened and for the moment it’s all slowed down—has resulted in my spending some free time feeling rather morose. It doesn’t help that I’m sometimes a romantic, and that even though I know folks in Miami I feel kind of lonely in some ways.

I think this coming week will help enliven me, get my blood flowing at its normal speed. It would be good to feel healthy, spry. Up for anything. Adventure!