So I am back in Brooklyn for the foreseeable future...and boy am I tired and cramped. My parent's home was small when it was the family living one life, but not there are three lives here- that of my parents, that of my sister, and mine. In other words, three homes stuffed into one house. Bad beats.
My drive home was uneventful, but long as sin. Nine and a half hours of being packed into Obi-Wan and unable to reasonably check my blind spots. My passenger was a television covered in bedding.
But I made it, slept for, oh, five hours, and then was up and about to the Eventide Prerelease in Manhattan. I went 3-1 and got some brief interviews with Steven Sadin and Brian David-Marshall of general Magic fame. I entered a second flight, opened a mediocre pool of cards, and went 0-1 drop because I was falling asleep on my feet.
So I went home and watching my streaking Mets win their 8th in a row, and now, with that streak at 9, I am about as content as a fan can be. Just keep on playing tight baseball.
Sunday I drove to camp to help out with the selling of clothing on Visiting Day. It was a blast, except I was exhausted because I had slept maybe ten hours in the past two days, plus another half-day of driving had left me sapped.
Monday is an off day- I'm using today to come up with my presentation for an interview tomorrow. Tuesday, will be rough. Wake up before dawn to catch a train to Boston to interview to catch a train back home.
And there's no space in my house to work out.