Day 1 of the daily grind here. Today marks the beginning of yet another semester when I wake up at 7:15 am exactly, curse, and roll out of bed to commute to work, then classes, then back home again where I will either do homework or find some other way to waste my time until I fall asleep and begin anew. Ugh.
It smells like maple syrup in my office. It really bothers me, because I particularly hate the smell of maple syrup. I don't like it.
There's a bunch of grey, slushy snow out right now. Winters on Long Island are not attractive. There will be about five minutes of a winter wonderland out there before it all just turns into grey snow and black ice.
At least I can play my music as loud as I want here. I'm always the first one in the office, and I do that on purpose, so I can take over the front computer and stereo that's up here, and subject all the dawdling teachers and bleary-eyed students to my music at stupid o'clock in the morning as they wander in for their morning education.
I do the same thing in the car during the summer, actually. I love pulling up to other cars with my windows rolled down, blasting, Francoise Hardy or some such.
As much as I whine about it, I secretly love my morning routine. I love being here this early. I take over. I blast my music, make coffee, clear out yesterday's paperwork, chat with the engineers, and catch up on e-mails all before my boss wanders in, messy-haired and with sunglasses on. (He always drives with the top down. Always.)
I feel like I've been at this a really, really long time. I feel like it's always been this way.
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