April 9, 2008
Iím building new patterns and habits to try to get through the day, new coping routines. I certainly have need of them. News that the museum is reconsidering the position hit me like a truck, flattened me and sucked the air right out of my lungs. I knew it was not wise to place all my hope in one option, but I had done it anyway. In so many, many ways it seems my dream job right now: substantial vacation, no clock watching by manglement or others, as long as the work gets done, and working in an artistic atmosphere.