Off to Connecticut tonight to empty out the storage space. I shall have to sing my goodbyes to the things we throw away (may they be many). But I’ll think about that later — work to do now and anyway, I should be thinking about seeing friends tonight (a much more pleasant thought).
I woke up thinking of Dorothy Parker:
When I am sober and the grass springs up green,
I will tell you the meaning of miracles you have seen.
When I am tipsy and the grass has grown brown,
I’ll explain why good intentions usually drown.
I looked into extending my trip, but purchasing a one-way ticket for a different date would cost over $1100. Yikes. Maybe next year when I am not taking a group of students to London (I swear), I can have more free time.