The South doesn’t understand how to commit to the seasons. Right when I dig my winter jackets out of the tubs underneath my bed, it gets warm enough to go out in a T-shirt, as if Thanksgiving isn’t this week. It’s absolutely bizarre. In all my years of living here, I don’t know that I will ever get used to it.
In other news, the semester is winding up neatly, as I anticipated. There’s a certain feeling of helplessness that comes along with this…a good deal of idle worrying that accompanies the lack of things to do. It almost feels wrong, seeing my friends, my lover, my sisters and my brothers fretting over their work and I’m lying on the couch wondering if I should take another nap before dinner.
I guess this is just one of those things to get over. There’s no point in feeling helpless, so I guess I might as well go do something productive, like work on my applications for research internships (which aren’t even due until February. Hmmph!)
I guess that’s what I’m going to do.
I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving week is shaping up nicely!