First, the Laocoon manuscript is done and sent to the press. Now I wait for readers' reports. But done! And sent! Thank you all for hanging in with words of encouragement over the past couple of years.
All the trinkets I promised myself once I finished are things I don't really want now. The main one was a new iPad, but I looked at them and wasn't feeling it. Apparently being done is its own reward.
Oh, and one other thing: I took my time when wandering around Costco the other day and even looked at housewares, though I didn't buy any. That felt like a treat, taking time and strolling around the store, which is pathetic but true The other thing was to look at and comment on your blogs, but Wordpress is having a spitefest against me again, so I got "this comment cannot be published" on a few of them (sorry).
Do I want to get at the promised-but-delayed projects that I have put off while working 12+ hours a day on the book over the past month? I do not. I irrationally now want to start another book, but the projects have to come first.
The best part of that time was feeling the intensity of wanting to work, really wanting to, and being able to do it. No timers and all of that; I just wanted to work.
Time to get to campus.