In The Thick of It

Seems like if I don't have a headache from too little caffeine, I have one from being dehydrated. And despite my best efforts over the summer and sticking to half decaf in the morning. Here I sit, jittery, headached, sleepy. And content.

It's days like today that make me look ahead to May and the beginning of my full-time clerkships and think "Dear golly, we have got to move into the city." It's the having such an abundance of work and commitments that I can't get home to see Lion before she's gone off for the evening that gets to me, and all I want is for us to live blocks from everything that takes us out of the house.

But then, I bike home from the train station through my wooded neighborhood. Harriet greets me with excited tail thumping and we run upstairs to the yard. There I discover that our lovely neighbors/landlords have gone to the trouble of installing for us a fantastic pulley-style clothesline to replace the one that I hastily stuck up in the shade without thinking twice eight months ago. And wonder how we'll ever bear to leave. There may be short commutes in Boston. There may be more action and there could even be other nice neighbors to be had. But there are not our neighbors. There are not our woods and our yard. Our house is not there. I only have eight more months before my schedule burgeons out of control, and I can't fathom that that could be enough time for us in what has become such a home.