I have been busy adding to my list of temporary homes. Last week was spent in Hamden, CT, "taking care" of my parents' house while they were on vacation. I put that description in quotes because I suspect that rather than me taking care of the house, it was taking care of me. I had a very relaxing week - the only anxiety was introduced by plant-watering and ipod-crushing. Luckily, the latter happened the first day I was there, so I had several days to get over it. I have been extremely careful with my nano for the past year, but all it takes is one not-so-careful moment to blow the whole streak. I stepped on the very corner of the case that was holding the nano and managed to break the inside of my display. So, the music still plays, if I can blindly press the right combination of buttons to make it do so. I miss the damn thing very much, but felt too ashamed to call Apple to see if they'd replace it before the year warranty ended on June 30th. I think part of me never felt like I "should" have an ipod, so at least that part is satisfied.

Now I am house/cat sitting for a former professor. I feel like I'm in permanent limbo - I float from house to house, bringing along my books, my clothes, and my neuroses. This is a pleasant place to land for a bit, if not completely comfortable. I may have to go rent the next installments of Freaks and Geeks to soothe myself. Only I am pretty near broke, so purchases are dodgy at this point. I keep joking with people about it being time for me to recover my work ethic - the humor covers up my fear that I have lost that ethic, or never had it. Prolonged periods of idleness always provoke this fear. I begin to suspect that my current ennui will never end. Of course, it will, if only because I don't have a permanent place to live, a status which requires constant vigilance.