I’m trying to tamp down the panic of leaving the country for ten months. I no longer wake up with coins in my mind: its all logistics and I’ve not slept straight through the night for days. I wake up with the ‘what ifs’ and ‘must remembers’ and cold sweats.
Monday I finished section two of the current chapter by moving two large epigraphic-ish topics (1,200 words plus) into an appendix to keep my narrative flow smooth.
Tuesday morning I realized I really should have ordered images of gems for section three from other museum collections, oh say two months ago. They both went out Wednesday. No word back.
Yesterday, I fought with HSBC over my lost 720 dollar wire transfer and tried two other wire transfer services both of which went better than HSBC but resulted in prohibitive fees on the Turkish bank end.
I when to the doctors (at long last, I hate doctors, not unlike Cato) and scheduled even more check-up, preventive medicine type things. I researched the cost of out of pocket medical care in Turkey. (Totally affordable from an American perspective, no surprise.)
I finalized a going away party. I went running. I cooked. Apparently, I cook when stressed.
I dealt with messy little bits of college matters that reared their hydra-like heads even on sabbatical.
I felt guilty for ignoring my blog.
