It’s like Christmas in, well, November
I guess that’s not that strange, really. It’s actually close enough to Christmas that I could be listening to Christmas music. I’m not one of those only-after-Thanksgiving people. I think November is a fine time to start the Christmas music. I like Christmas music.
After weeks and weeks of waiting, so many that I’m now about to leave this place, I finally got four packages that were sent not long after I left the
Today they all showed up at once, and I’m overwhelmed with riches. Our (bore hole) water tastes funny, so the little sugar-free drink packets make it almost worth drinking again. I haven’t had fruit since a wrinkled apple in Bigger Town Three Hours Away – three weeks ago – so the dried cranberries and blueberries are like a little bit of heaven (with anti-oxidants!). I’m tired of tea every morning, so I’m greatly looking forward to consuming the world’s largest can of cappuccino mix. I can’t even list all the goodness. I scattered packaging all over the mess hall as I tore them all open.
And then, the moment of truth: a half-inch thick envelope full of all the materials required to apply for admission to the bar in the state to which I’m moving when I get back to the US. Eleven references? ELEVEN? Do I even KNOW eleven people? Non-relatives? Preferably members in good standing of a bar association somewhere in the
Also, I really don’t think I should have to step on a new toilet seat wrapped in newspaper to get to the fuse to switch on the power for the internet.