I guess I’m as hipster as I ever was. I’m back at the Park Avenue Starbucks, which I haven’t been to in a while. It’s pretty chill, this is a nice area.

A lot more problems than you might think are ones that can be overcome with only effort.

I needed a slight break from posting for a little bit while I collected myself and got some sleep.

Today is one of those days where you notice more than you usually do just walking around.

Like a boat. These ones are from a public domain image I found on Wikimedia Commons, which has that old-time postcard feel. I’m a fan.

I’m too obsessed with cleaning. Physical cleaning, organizing, wiping things down, and then organizing my work, clearing out my head — “obsessive” is the right word. I don’t think I can fix it, though.

The week is already going by nicely, but not too quickly. At least, I enjoy my new job way more than I’ve ever enjoyed my old ones.

I’m still exceptionally sad after having returned from vacation a little sooner than I wanted to.

It’s my second blog post for the day. I had to re-date this morning’s as being from yesterday to get Hugo to put them chronologically in the feed, so I apologize for the bad record-keeping.

For leg number one of the long journey, I’m sitting in the wrong terminal at the airport in Boston waiting for a flight to come that doesn’t leave for another two hours.