is not so bad, even though I have wanted to exeunt it many times. Not suicidally, but career-changingly. And now just back from my first vacation ever–on Ocracoke Island–it’s been eye-opening to realize completely for the first time that Marx was totally right about how people are not meant to just do one damned thing over and over like this, but “do one thing to-day and another to-morrow, to hunt in the morning, fish in the afternoon, rear cattle in the evening, criticize after dinner.” Home car office car grocery store car daycare car bed alarm clock yoga car work car home etc. A week on an island with no schedule or plan–such a cliche! I found in the bookshelf of the rental house and read Under the Tuscan Sun–is instructive beyond measure. It doesn’t matter what job I’m doing; at some point I will want to switch again. I just don’t want to do the same thing every day. I want to do different things with every day. I suppose the only answer is to become a train-hopping hobo. But I’m certain that gets old too.

Now off again at the end of the week to one of my favorite book-loving pockets of the country, the Happy Valley of Western Massachusetts, to sell books and see poets at the Juniper Festival. A teensy change-up to keep us changed up.

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