…and I’m already like “Oh, God, just screw it, words are for people who can’t grunt properly.”  It is very clearly Sunday.  I have spent some time idly cleaning (which means that I move approximately two thousand small objects from where they are to where they should be, a process that ought to result in a more orderly-looking house but somehow never does) and reading a book that may well be beyond my intellectual capabilities at the moment.  The tree in my front yard is clearly waiting for the first major snowfall of the year to drop the rest of its leaves.  Oh, and I’ve been learning about how squirrels can climb down trees.  Did you know that squirrels can rotate their back ankles 180 degrees?  It’s kinda fascinating.

That’s been about it.

(Sidenote: it’s maybe 40 degrees outside.  The neighbor boy, an eighth grader, is running around with no shirt on.  Clearly, he’s out of his mind.)

I also sorta quit OtherJob, at least for the next several months.  You can probably imagine that your average miniature golf course doesn’t get a  whole lot of business during winter, and if you’ve been reading me for a while you’ll likely recall that I spend most of my time at OtherJob during the winter grading and writing.  I have nothing to grade this year, and I make enough money that 6 hours of extra pay every two weeks isn’t going to make me or break me, so I spoke with my boss this morning and told him to consider me on call until spring when we ramp back up to seven days a week.  I’ll still be in periodically (people are going to call in sick once in a while, for example) but I am effectively down to only one job for the first time in seven years until March or so, which is going to be a really weird feeling.

Wednesday I will be leaving for Nashville, where I’m attending an ed conference that will last until Saturday.  I’ve been looking forward to this conference until this week; I’ve never been to Nashville and it’s all expenses paid, so that alone ought to be nice, but as the thing grows closer my innate homebodyness is taking over and I’m finding that I really don’t want to leave my family for four days.  I’m spending an awful lot of someone else’s money for our team to go to this thing, though, so I probably ought to find a way to make the most of it.

Blargh.