back at the ranch

I unpacked and opened envelopes and shuffled school books around today in an effort to get acclimated. Re-acclimated.

A new garden guy showed up this morning (yes, I answered the door bleary eyed and naked under my bathrobe). After a couple of hours of work he told me, "You have too many plants."

Around two I went to the gym after nearly a week away. I'm driving there thinking, Does all that hoofing it around Manhattan count as exercise?

The (nice, cool, all around good) guy who likes the way I do squats (which is why he is nice, cool, all around good guy) was there. This sounds vaguely pornographic, but he invited me to do ab work with himself and his superwoman gym-mate. I declined.

Not because it was a weird invitation, but because they intimidate the hell out me, those two gym rats. Which was my reply, minus the hell part. And the gym rat part. 

Post workout, I went to Whole Foods to repopulate the frig and was carded over a bottle of Chapoutier rosé (it's really good, fyi--the Belleruche CdR--and I've always loved those Braille labels--and I always love getting carded).

When I got home I went across the street and paid the seventeen year old tomboy a chunk of change for picking me up at the airport last night in the wee hours. I think the drive home may have been terrifying, only I was so out of it that it didn't register.

Tomorrow afternoon it's back to class, beginning with worried, pleading looks in my calculus instructor's direction and then who knows, but anxiety is involved in my other class in the form of: Holy-crap-there-is-a-lot-left-to-do-in-eight-weeks.

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