Friday Afternoon Confessional: Flume
I confess that when I was “working from home” lo those many years, I never had trouble remembering what day of the week it is. Now, however, when I have a clear externally imposed schedule on certain days of the week and, for example, travel over a hundred miles on others, I routinely forget what day of the week it is. I further confess that I have Tuesdays off from all concrete commitments this quarter, and the very concept puzzles me already after only one full quarter of teaching — again, this comes after several years when I would go months at a time with only a sporadic need to even leave the house. Perhaps I’ve reached a point where my internal concept of time is thrown off rather than helped by “outside events.”
I confess that for much of the last week, I have been afflicted with man flu. I confess that I was embarrassed for The Girlfriend to see me in the throes of a deadly illness (the common cold), but it was bound to happen eventually.
I confess that I seem to be increasingly incapable of reading when not on a train.
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