Reflecting: That I only ever miss journalism when important and scary things are happening. I think I used to feel some (illusory) measure of control by simply being in a busy newsroom when something inherently UNcontrollable was going on, like a disaster or an election (what's the difference? ba dum bump). Now, with Hurricane Irene supposed to hit the East Coast this weekend, I feel all anxious and amped up with no place to go. I'm grateful that Ithaca is so far inland and a little worried about all of the coastal dwellers I know and love.
Reflecting II: On Wednesday's earthquake. I definitely heard it, a loud rattling of the wall behind me, which is lined with shelves. I thought the woman in the office next to mine was moving something heavy, but when I heard the loud rumbling/squeaking/rattling for the second time and saw everything on the shelves shaking, I went into her office to see what on earth she could be doing... and she wasn't even in there. Creepy.
Reading: Ten Thousand Saints, about straight-edge teenagers. It's making me scared for youth everywhere.
Waiting: To hear back from more agents. Two out of five rejections so far; only 58 more to go until I tie Kathryn Stockett.
Cooking: Tonight, fresh corn and green beans from the garden, blanched and salted and peppered and nothing more. Mm. Sunday, I'll be making a birthday dinner for J.... we have a tradition of always cooking for each other on our birthdays, and we were in Baltimore on his actual birthday last weekend, so we postponed a week. I'll be making Old Bay cod cakes, tomato salad, and blueberry sour cream pie.
Looking forward to: Going to the NY State Fair tomorrow. Zee and her partner's wedding celebration in October (YAY!); I opened the invitation five minutes ago. Sleep.
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