Back to Minneapolis
That's the plan for today, anyway. The original plan was to fly out tomorrow morning, but have you seen the size of that hurricane coming towards Texas? So, ah, no. I called the nice people at Southwest yesterday, and they gave me the earliest exit slot available, which is this afternoon.
I don't take afternoon flights very often. It's weird to be out at the coffee shop in the morning when I'm flying today. Somewhere in the back of my head flights are still what I remember from childhood: up at 3am to be at the airport by 4am for a 7am departure, from Quito to Panama to either Miami or Los Angeles, depending on the planned summer route. Or the reverse, back to Quito. I still mentally block out air travel days as an All Day Thing. (Which is probably for the best; I find air travel exhausting, despite being fond of it.)
The dog will not be pleased to be shoved into a carrier, and then hauled between three airports and shoved under the seat in two planes, but that's what sedatives are for. They don't knock him out, but they make him unhappily woozy instead of unhappily hysterical. I'll take it.
I'm rather worried about the house with the incoming storm, but it's too late to do anything we haven't already done for. Definitely time to get some trees trimmed once it's passed, though, to avoid fears of falling branches. (Or worse.) One of the downsides of living in a nice residential neighborhood full of pecan trees is that sometimes they come down.
I'm really looking forward to teaching Latin. I'm excited about the upcoming classes. I am side-eyeing the cost of all the textbooks. I am frustrated with how little I got done over the summer. My brain is full of Catullus and anxiety and wondering what meetings during orientation week call for breaking out the Professional Wardrobe and which I could just show up to in jeans and t-shirts like usual.
Ah, grad school. Very fond of it, even if it makes me a quivering mess of stress all the time.
I don't take afternoon flights very often. It's weird to be out at the coffee shop in the morning when I'm flying today. Somewhere in the back of my head flights are still what I remember from childhood: up at 3am to be at the airport by 4am for a 7am departure, from Quito to Panama to either Miami or Los Angeles, depending on the planned summer route. Or the reverse, back to Quito. I still mentally block out air travel days as an All Day Thing. (Which is probably for the best; I find air travel exhausting, despite being fond of it.)
The dog will not be pleased to be shoved into a carrier, and then hauled between three airports and shoved under the seat in two planes, but that's what sedatives are for. They don't knock him out, but they make him unhappily woozy instead of unhappily hysterical. I'll take it.
I'm rather worried about the house with the incoming storm, but it's too late to do anything we haven't already done for. Definitely time to get some trees trimmed once it's passed, though, to avoid fears of falling branches. (Or worse.) One of the downsides of living in a nice residential neighborhood full of pecan trees is that sometimes they come down.
I'm really looking forward to teaching Latin. I'm excited about the upcoming classes. I am side-eyeing the cost of all the textbooks. I am frustrated with how little I got done over the summer. My brain is full of Catullus and anxiety and wondering what meetings during orientation week call for breaking out the Professional Wardrobe and which I could just show up to in jeans and t-shirts like usual.
Ah, grad school. Very fond of it, even if it makes me a quivering mess of stress all the time.