What am I doing? Am I looking for action? Have things gotten too good? Friends are writing letters, sending cookies…. just finished a good book…. got real stuff to do at work (helping organize a training day for forty teachers and parents)…. it’s snowing outside…. just made myself a tasty salad…. food stamps are a godsend (Did I tell you I got food stamps? I did. I am grateful for the government, for once.)…. so is that why I feel like picking up and moving to California? Or New York? Is that why drastic career measures are floating through my head: Montessori school teacher! Librarian! Must calm self. Must calm self. Happy here. Must stay here.