We used always to have a January thaw in upstate New York. After two weeks when temperatures were -40 or below every morning and school was often cancelled because the buses couldn’t start, the Sun would show us a little love. The snow piles would recede and long-silenced birds would reanimate a cryogenically frozen earth. For a week or two, we could shed a layer, and air hovering around thirty effs felt downright Summery.

Here in Ess Eff, we’ve had diluvian rains since a couple weeks before Christmas. Face and feet wet, no number of layers sufficient, and the laundromat always a little too far away. But the past three days, the city’s seemed blessed. The light is everywhere perfect and the buildings glow. The hills sigh-smile with satisfied dust coronas in the East and South. The sky’s just too blue; I don’t remember its ever being like this. I think I’m in love. Absence makes the heart…

I picked up a new job a little earlier this month: the ideal job. At least, ideal for my situation. I can work as many hours as I want, and it seems like I should be able to save enough for tuition by September. SOAS is real. The problem, of course, is that I’ve been unable to ditch my other three jobs sufficiently quickly, so I’ve been working some insane weeks. Obviously, my blog has suffered, but so has my studying. I had hoped to cover the major texts of classical political economy this month (prélude to Marx), but a recent review has made me realise that I’ve only made it through thirty pages of Adam Smith this past week. I’ll be lucky if I finish The Wealth of Nations by February.

In addition to an insane work schedule negotiated between four jobs, I’ve had an insane weekend. Thirty-two miles’ walking, a whiskey, a whiskey sour, a porter, and a mai tai, have combined to make my body feel like an emo bean bag. In a good way.

However, the job situation is slowly changing, and I should have a little more control over my life soon. I just looked through my half-started pile, and I’ve eleven posts for this blog that I never finished. I’ve two or three others on Smith & Sons coming together in my head.

But. Right now, I must head to work: Figuring out when to hold them, when to fold them, and all that.

It’s a beautiful, beautiful day, and my body aches in the right ways.

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