• 10:35 I hate Sunday. #

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After my second 50-hour work week, I'm finding it really hard to much stay inspired in the kitchen, let alone go to the grocery store. Which, considering how much I love to cook, is rather indicative of something. I know today I must snap out of it and become a warrior, who dons her apron as a water lily-patterned cuirass. Monday is my ordeal (first job starts at 7:00 and I leave the second at 21:00). The rest of the days become progressively more manageable, but apathy-inducing. I don't know what I would do without the Plymouth job. Yes, it adds more hours (especially for my feet), but it also means I interact with people and often help them find things with my Dewey Decimal knowledge.

The Canton job is eight hours of standing, but at least we can listen to things (got through the first 11 books of the Iliad one day, though I did tend to zone out whenever Nestor started a long reminiscence). Maybe Pandora will work for me, too, but I didn't have any success on Friday. Fortunately, these environments tend to be imbued with peace and joy. And giggle-worthy (nonfiction) titles such as Guinea Pigs Don't Read Books or a picture book of film pastiches featuring cows.

I'm resigning myself to monotony, even if it's delicious monotony. Breakfast has become an exercise in enforced excitement. What can I put with berries and bananas in the blender today? The absolute worst part of this is how little I see Ryan. I would love to come home to him each night, but that's just not in the cards. On the bright side, it's great to hear how much he's enjoying physical activities without the slight pressure for me to keep up. He's even biked up to Canton a few times to meet me for lunch. Knowing I'd pack for him, too, spiced things up. He's considering dropping by today, which will help (also his encouragement, which has been liberally sprinkled with ooh-rahs and is the source for this entry's title). I'm starting out easy with boxed falafel mix, then maybe going to the store for some basil (sun-dried tomato pesto, anyone?), and seeing where to go from there. Sunday is truly my perihelion; I just need to be prepared for it to fling me into another week.

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Hanging at Starbucks with Sara. She's one of the few people I've met through portrait photography that I clicked with right away. I'm going to miss her when I move out to Oregon.

Trapped in the airport in Charlotte, NC, trying desperately to get to Norfolk, Va for my third residency interview. I guess what's left of hurricane Ida is wreaking havoc there and every flight out of here has been canceled today. If I say fuck it and go back to Ohio I'm out 350 bucks. So here I sit. If the people around me didn't have such soothing accents, I'd be very grumpy right now. Only one more interview that I have to fly to, which is nice because I am airported out.

In happier news, I just got my confirmation for my flight to Uganda. Kirsten and I are flying through London, and have managed to finagle it so that we could spend New Years and the next several days to bump around there before we head to Uganda. Awesome? Yes.

I really have nothing to say here. Just out of things to do online and StumbleUpon is letting me down.

I've made a lot of hats and clips to sell on my Etsy account. I love experimenting with all that stuff again... it's lot of work, but it's still fun. ;)






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