This weekend I didn't think about work too much. I let go and relaxed, partied, pretended I didn't have a responsibility in the world. It felt good, but it left me feeling vaguely as if I had left the iron plugged into the wall or something that would catch up to me soon. Truthfully, I had the assignment for class pretty squared away, but more holidays are coming up, and I will be occupied, so I could have, I suppose, been working toward those days when I will not be able to work. But I enjoyed being the grasshopper this time instead of the constant ant.
I learned that my good friends, M and R, will be leaving this state, and moving far away. I will miss them. It struck me how much, when they told me of their immanent departure. But I don't blame them. If it had not been for Jeremy and my need for a particular kind of yoga and a particular kind of synagogue and a place to work, we would have been leaving for VA too.