{lately}

It is Monday morning and it's one degree celsius and this coffee is cold. It has been cold for two hours. It's still good.

I'm making lists: a grocery list, a Christmas present list, a list of people I need to call or email, a list of good, catchy songs with violins and trumpets and cellos in them, and a list of all of the sweet, miscellaneous things I need to do today. All of my lists are very long and very good and contain things like, piano lessons at 3:45 and Starts With Them, Ends With Us, by Dan Mangan.

I've been needing to make lists and create some semblance of organization around here lately because on Saturday I realized that, all of a sudden, I have five jobs. Five. Like, real jobs that pay real money, as opposed to sweeping the kitchen or cleaning the toilet.

This is fantastic because only a few months ago, I was at a bachelorette party introducing myself to some girls I'd never met and when they asked what I did I had to tell them that I didn't have a job at the moment {piano lessons were done for the summer}. I made a stupid joke about being irresponsible and lazy and then the girl beside me was like, "Oh. I'm a neuroscientist." {Actually, I think she might have said "nurse". But still.}

Anyway. This is life at the moment. Lists and jobs and time-slot-shuffling. It's fantastically chaotic. But, somehow, not, also.

I'm happy when I'm busy.