Halloween: Went into NYC - without a costume - and experienced the fun surreality that is Manhattan on Halloween. I’ve done the parade thing before, but since my friend and I were still pretty tired from moving stuff and no one else coming along seemed to feel it was necessary to Halloween-it-up, we just saw Synecdoche. Depressing, but wonderful.

Halloween weekend: Spent time with friend, went running, went climbing, played Trivial Pursuit Book Lover’s Edition; discovered that there’s a huge hole in my reading history that consists of beach reads and other pap. Oh, well. I think I’ll live. Started getting sniffly and sick from allergies.

Tuesday: took the day off for Election Day, had breakfast at a diner filled with little old ladies, many of whom were wearing blue Obama caps, voted, and watched the election results play out with friend, friend of friend and some of my siblings. Was officially “sick”, though not contagious. Stupid allergies. Either way, happiness happened, the world changed a little and the sense of possibility buzzing in the air was quite palpable and electric, even into the next morning when I got to work.

The rest of the week was a blur of work, lack of sleep from waking up multiple times in the night coughing, more work and some grumpiness due to being sick and tired — and the emotional withdrawal that happens when you get all comfortable spending extended periods of fun and happy time with a friend and then stop.

This weekend - I haven’t done much. At all. I’ve been coughing and congested and sounding frog-like, but I went running a couple of times on the treadmill. Had some Chinese food. Did some laundry. Got caught up on “The Office” and “Family Guy” and “The Daily Show” and “The Colbert Report” and “Heroes” on the internets. So the treadmill was necessary since I was pretty sedentary otherwise.

And now, because I’m tired and feeling a bit sickly as yet and have that withdrawal thing going on, I am dreading waking up tomorrow and going to work and getting through another week. The good part, I suppose, is that after this week, I have another weekend and I will see at least one of my friends. Perhaps I’ll be able to get some rock-climbing in during the week.

There’s a world of stuff going on in my head right now, but nothing definitive enough to put into words. Though I will most definitely be trying to get some creative writing done in the near future. It might mean there’s less here, but these things happen.

Resources are finite, as is free time.