thankfully there is coffee in the morning

I've felt eight kinds of wonky in the past 24 hours. Part of me would just like to sleep for a week, and part of me is restless enough to drive out of state. I'd just be glad if we settled on one or two contradictory impulses as compared to several. But we just have to survive this last week and get moved into the new building. I'm at loose ends again, now that I've finished the Novick books. Maybe I'll re-read Anna Karenina or something weighty to keep me from floating away.