Am I Neglecting You, Little Blog?

It seems like so much is happening, but I'm just not thinking about anything right now. I do things and finish things and send things off and sort things, but somehow my brain is numb, I'm working hard but hardly working in my head. I feel disjointed, as if my mind is off three or four days in the future, when I know I'll be able to focus on fewer and fewer things, but for now, my poor body is stuck doing just about as much as it can handle. Wheeee!

I think I'm going to focus on the fact that I'm writing down everything that I can, and reviewing and sorting things into smaller and smaller piles of relevance, until I'm just down to living out of my luggage. Thank goodness I finished sorting out the files, and revising my Peace Corps resume, and composing my aspiration statement, and packing eight boxes (yay, go me)! I feel cleansed and well-organized; Dan's set up for the next two years, and all the rest has been sorted through, recorded, and sealed for posterity (whatever that is).

I have to say that my past self set my present self up pretty well for all this. I was able to find the dates and hours of volunteering I did in 1999! And I found records of certifications I'd taken as a paraprofessional, complete with syllabi tucked in. Not to mention I obsessively filed all my class syllabuses (which way is it, syllabi or syllabuses, or even syllabusses, anyway?) with course descriptions and major papers I'd written. Behavior successfully reinforced: file everything! Sort it often!

Now I'm about to start packing in earnest for the move, or so I say; I still have to root out any treasures that might be lurking in the kitchen. To save or not to save? That, my friends, is the question, indeed.

Well, I'm off to learn the Ukrainian alphabet. Ta-ta!