Flashes of Panic

I haven’t posted as much here in the last few weeks as I used to. With any luck, the ten or so people reading the feed aren’t wondering why the heck they haven’t heard more from me, but I’ve noticed, and the number of posts on the front page has dwindled.

I’ve started and abandoned a few posts. I can compare the problem to that of the cat when A. and I are in different rooms. He can’t come and pester one of us without losing sight of the other (who might do something interesting!) so he tries to find a place where he can sit and keep an eye (or at least an ear) on both of us. Our apartment is small enough that this isn’t impossible for him, but he does wind up in some spots that you wouldn’t otherwise pick out as comfortable cat-hanging-out spots.

That’s what I’ve been like. There are plenty of things happening, but some of them are not really my story to tell, some are too big to tell in this format, and some leftover fraction are too muddy in my own mind to attack just yet.

In a conversation with my brother this weekend, he mentioned that he was considering starting a blog, then closed the sentence with one of those laughs you put on to indicate, “Silly idea, huh?” He suggested that he’d read some of relatives and mutual friends, including A’s, but didn’t mention this site. I think that was diplomatic, but who knows. However, maybe he’ll tell some of the stories for me and I can link to him.

The hunt for an apartment near the graduate program continues to be frustrating for everyone concerned, except perhaps for the landlords of beautiful apartments which get leased out from under us. At least we’ve seen some we’d live in, giving us hope that eventually we’ll find The Right One. Meanwhile, the part of my head which thinks about such things feels like a thumb that’s been hit a few times by a hammer—not really painful, but too numb to feel much else.

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