Well, okay, I did at least bother to wash. I just can’t resist a nice David Bowie reference. The dazed bit is accurate, though.
Dear friends, it is not only Deep Thoughts of the Future keeping me away from this space. There is still plenty of that, of course, but there is also a new spring ritual in my life, the phenomenon known as Deadline Knitting. Last March found me cranking out cotton dishcloths against the clock so that I might present them to Julie at her bridal shower. This March finds me still cranking out cottony goodness, brought to me by the swell gals at Mason-Dixon Knitting, for another richly-deserving recipient. Although the party in question is not until next week (and that’s all I’ll say here, lest she be reading), I have only a two-day window to finish everything. To say that I’m getting a little obsessive about all the knitting is to understate the case, truly.
In addition to knitting and deep thinking, there will be traveling, too. On Saturday I will be taking a day trip to Boston to attend Northeastern’s open house for admitted students, leaving New York at 3 in the morning - really—and arriving in Boston around 7:30, which should give me time for a nice breakfast and the tallest coffee known to man before I go meet some Future Lawyers of America, tour the campus, hobnob with the faculty at the Museum of Fine Arts, and then catch a late-afternoon train back to New York. At about the moment I finally recover from traveling to Penn Station in the middle of the night, specifically, on April 17, I will be flying to San Jose so that I can attend Law Preview Day at Santa Clara on the 19th. For that trip, though, I’ll be sticking around for the weekend and taking the redeye back to New York on Monday. Just writing that makes me tired. But happy. But still tired. I’ve never been able to sleep on airplanes, but this trip might be the one that teaches me to do it.