New Routes

It's starting to be light out late enough that I can sometimes hand the baby to danceboy and go running while it's still light out. When it's dark, I have to stick to known and lit places, but when it's light, it's much easier to go anywhere. I'm orienting myself on a handful of fixed objects - the river, the train tracks, the factory smokestack. As long as I can find one of these things, I have no problem taking off through a park or down a side street. The neighborhood is old enough and intricate enough that I can always choose a street I haven't been down before, but my landmarks are visible enough that I can always find my way home.

Hotspur starts daycare next week. She's going to the same place Danger Lad! went when he was small. When I called to ask if they had room they assured me that, for us, they do.

I am excited to be doing this. I've missed working. I miss quiet, clean offices. I miss feeling connected and competent. I miss having money that I earned myself. I'm a little sad to be doing this too. I want to tap dance with glee and I want to hold my daughter close and smell her hair. I don't actually have a job yet, so I anticipate some time during which I will interview, and go for long daytime jogs, and cook things, and pick the baby up at daycare at more or less the end of the day. I anticipate another small crisis when I actually find a job.