So! Let’s recap. I got back from Costa Rica at the end of September and started work the following Monday (Oct. 1). Lived on a couch or two, mooched off of my wonderful girlfriend for two weeks. Then, after much effort and numerous phone calls, I found a place to live out in the Lettered Streets. When I first came to Bellingham, I lived on G and Irving; now I’m on I and Irving. It all comes full circle. I’m still getting used to working every day from 9 to 5. I like my job, I just need to figure out how to have a life outside of the office. If I spend 40 hours on the job out of 168 hours in a week, that only leaves me with 128 hours. Now, sleeping is also a full time job (8 hours on a good night, if not, I make up for it on the weekend). So subtract another 56 hours and we’re left with 72 hours for fun. Eating is fun, but not considered exercise, so minus another 3 hours per day (21 hours per week). I intend to maximize the 51 hours per week I have left to enjoy the outside world. On a work related tangent, I have discovered that time is relative. Though we have standardized this measurement, it still has no meaning. How else can a Friday afternoon last longer than the previous 4 days combined? Every week, without fail, Monday through Thursday will fly by and Friday afternoon will drag on like water torture. I’m obsessed with snow. I can’t wait for the temperature to drop and the flakes to fall. The snow-fever hit me harder this year than in the past, I think because I can actually afford to feed my addiction now that I have a job that pays me. I even bought telemark skis. (Free your heels, free your mind.) Ike