I had a funny night last night. I say that a lot, I suppose, but it's often true. Sometimes funny means fall-off-the-couch, stitch-in-your side laughing, sometimes it's just odd. Or interesting. Mostly to me, not necessarily anyone else. Last night was like that. I went to see Kevin's band, Widower, which I, predictably, loved. That pedal steel just gets me every time. Still, by the end of the night, I was really ready to be home and done.
I fell asleep thinking about a bunch of things, but primarily about how convenient it is that I am just now getting tired of being 23 again. I've noticed this the last couple times I've gone out - around 12:30 I am just done, ready to go home, the magic spell has worn off and I am content to turn into a 35 year old pumpkin again.
On Monday I will be a working pumpkin again. That's right, I've been holding out on you all. I am once again gainfully employed, and I have to tell you, I'm pretty excited about it. I'd be even more excited about it if the fall clothing that's out in stores right now wasn't a mixture of maternity looking gear and faux mod retro. Boo to all that! I'm sticking with the pencil skirts.
Here are the things I'm excited for: being a morning regular at the coffee shop again, instead of an all-day regular, being able to walk to work if I want to, wearing pencil skirts and cashmere, working with scientists, and being part of an organization that is working to prevent, treat and eliminate pediatric diseases.