... and, a week later, still too early for headlines...
... but this, apparently, is the time that my body wants to get up after only one single solitary day of 5:20 wake-up time. Without prompting by bad dreams or old percussion instructors or anything. It could also have something to do with the first before-midnight Friday bedtime I have had since I was about 7. It's a whole new world.

I had written a long ramble about nostalgic Indigo Girls lyrics and how quiet the streets are in the morning and transition and all this crap, and then my browser crashed and it's disappeared. You are not supposed to do that, dear. My iBook is probably exacting its revenge for hearing the phrases "using a PC is not so horrible" and "right-clicking is quite nice, actually" uttered in its presence over the last two days.

Anyway, the gist was that things are good. Leaving the old job was hard; the new job has been good so far. Not that there won't be bumps -- two of which I anticipate being debilitating caffeine addition and abject self-doubt over not knowing the name of the deputy secretary of agriculture -- but the transition itself is going pretty smoothly, knock on everything you see. Or right-click everything you see.