Went out in the rain last night for Moroccan food with good friend Matt K. and his new-ish girlfriend Trish, whom we'd not yet met and with whom I felt at ease immediately (I didn't even have to pull out the nervous prattle, one of the more dubious tools in my arsenal). Highlights included free Moroccan mint tea, Matt's placemat map of the Biggie/Tupac Feud, and Tales from the Classroom from our two attendant NY Teaching Fellows. Good times.
I had a dream last night in which I was trying to secure a ladder on the side of a house-like structure on the edge of a ravine. Suddenly I felt the ladder I was holding onto begin to give, then I and it started to fall into the ravine. I was able to wake myself up during the falling period as I was imagining the excruciating pain I would feel when I landed on the huge pile of rubble below. I guess the fact that I'm starting to feel stressed about moving is probably a good thing. It occurred to me this morning that we have nobody's help absolutely locked in (despite a couple of very kind offers). I think H.J.'s gonna work on that today. I despise asking anyone for help with anything, which I know is a problem. I found a bunch of presumably beefy dudes advertising on Craiglist to help with moving, so I guess that's Plan B.
I must admit that despite the bleakness and inconvenience of this constant rain, hearing it from under the covers is kinda nice. While it makes getting up to go to the gym nearly impossible, it sure enhances the snugglage factor.
And on that note, I will leave you for now.
