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I am tired and starting to get cranky.  I have way too much to go on my Aquinas paper, and my mind is starting to resemble a wasteland barren of coherent thought  Well, at least barren of coherent thoughts about Aquinas.  Plus, Bounce and SG are coming over this evening to work on the choreography for the swing club’s routine, and I’m only starting to realize how much stuff has managed to settle gently into the basement since it was last cleared out for my party three months ago.  Paradoxically, this means that it’s time for a blogging break, and, since it’s been seven hours or so since I ate something, dinner.

I’m realizing how very solitary I’ve been the last few days.  I dropped Johnsy off at the airport Sunday morning (she’s going to Florida to see her specialist), and haven’t been out of the house since.  I’ve been working on this paper, procrastinating from working on this paper, or doing housework to give my brain a respite from thinking about this paper the whole time.  Oh, and sleeping some, though of course not enough.  It’s amazing how time flies when you’re having fun…

Oh, here’s some news.  We finally have some neighbors!  Johnsy and I have been living isolated between two empty houses since July.  The owner of the house on the right died last spring, and the family left the house empty while they squabbled over what to do with it.  The house on the left had been rented by an aggressively chic mother of many children with both questionable sources of income and a dubious mental state.  She liked us, which made us glad.  She was the kind of woman you wanted to like you, especially if she lived next door.  She packed up all the kids and headed out for parts unknown while I was gone on family vacation, leaving conflicting stories about where she was going and a rather trashed house behind her.  The owners have been cleaning it up, and now it’s rented out to another family.  We don’t know much about them yet, since they seem to keep to themselves much more than our previous neighbor.  One of my projects over winter break is to bake them some bread or muffins or something as a welcome.  Although with the list of projects I’m accumulating, winter break may not be long enough.  But that’s another blog post.

I have now partaken of nourishment, and my head is feeling more settled for having vented a bit (thank you for listening).  Consequently, I think I’m going to have to get back to my work.  There’s a basement to finish clearing, and a paper to finish writing.  Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more…

If someone would hum a little triumphal marching tune for me, that would be lovely.  Oh, thank you.

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