I’ve been trying to read books the way I used to read them before tests existed. Not for highlights. Not to extract a point.
It’s slower than I remembered. Also better.
Currently on the desk: an old copy of The Emperor of All Maladies, and a borrowed chemistry textbook that’s much heavier than it looks.
Banquet shift last weekend was a wedding for two hundred. There’s a moment, about an hour in, when the kitchen door starts swinging in a kind of rhythm you didn’t notice it had.
I think about pressure a lot lately — the kind that makes things break, and the kind that makes them work.
This was the second kind.
Signed up for College Algebra this morning. The class starts in June and I’m equal parts excited and a little nervous — mostly because it’s the first time something on my schedule wasn’t already chosen for me.
Not because I’m in a rush to be ahead. Because I’m curious what it’s like to learn at a pace I set.
We’ll see.
More to come, slowly, as things happen.
— v.