Slept terribly last night- my last memory being of the little glowing tips of the minute and hour hands of my clock edging past 3:30. I got up repeatedly to douse myself with cool water from the bathroom taps, my body feeling so swollen and depleted from the 40 degree full-on humidity that struck sometime yesterday, worse than usual. I could taste the air. I could feel the air. It was like sleeping in a sauna, except with a bed comfier than a hot wooden bench and no steam erupting periodically. But I woke to my phone ringing sometime around 8am, half-dead and quite stupid. My cousin had had her baby last Friday morning (a Leo with Leo rising, Aquarius moon- a fierce prospect) and I only found out yesterday evening by chance through her sister’s Facebook update. Far-Awayness is a funny thing. All is well in new-baby world, with plenty of nursing and resting and such. I presume. I am two days worth of flights away from my family so all I can really do is guess. I feel terribly rootless sometimes. Perhaps that’s why I started skimming Sahibinden.com rental flats yet again, even though I am leaving and have no plan to rent again in this city. I just like looking at homes.
I’m feeling a bit sad.
However, I was a bit pointlessly productive today, this morning: called my bank to find out about my ability to do telephone banking from abroad and how I can arrange money transfers and suchlike.
I also contacted KLM to ask them for a booking code so I can use their website for early check in and seat requests- Oya my travel agent only gave me our e-ticket numbers and flight times in an email and nothing else. I appreciate the simplicity of it all- just two little sets of numbers and all is well, presumably, but I do miss actually getting things like tickets and itineraries and other tangible artifacts to prove that you are indeed in possession of something that exists beyond the land of serial numbers. So I will wait for their reply.
I did a lot of work for work as well, strangely enough, given that I am at work. I am not feeling very motivated about timetabling or arranging make-up classes or oral testing. Another year of this simply wouldn’t have worked. I’m just not inspired. D. has been working on his mega story for several weeks now and is up to the length of perhaps a slim novella, and I have had no ideas and no energy to stimulate those ideas.
Today is overcast. It’s calming.
