i’m here, really i am. the new job is stupendous; i unscrew the top of my head every morning at 07:30 and until lunchtime information is poured, thick like cane syrup, into it.
during the lunch hour i stare blankly at articles about ewan macgregor and dave eggers and christina ricci, like i know these people or even care what nervous breakdowns or new movies they have suffered through.
time to go back. more information seeps in, drips around my eyeballs and ears, wets my collar. i am full, happy, glut with newjobness. today i have even had a few of those “i know that” moments, where the learning is hugged deeply.