I've been blissfully unemployed for 6 months now, living off savings. There really haven't been a lot of significant events worth noting down. But then I remembered that this isn't Dear Diary.

I've been juggling a lot. I mean it. I'm getting juggling callouses. Some of that is about to end since this is the last week of classes at the University of Colorado and the students that populate some of my groups will be winging it for parts unknown after finals. There is a smaller group of grads that I expect will still meet during the summer, so this isn't going to be total withdrawal.

It just means that I will have more time to actually work on some of those projects that I had queued up from the before time when I was employed. Some time in April I discovered that I had recovered my will-to-work, and could now actually take on a project that required me to make informed decisions again.

My biggest concern right now is that it is allergy season. I did a massive amount of work to unjungle my front yard yesterday and paid for it last night with a 4 am, hour-long sneezing and nose blowing fit. The original plan was to do a similar job to unjungle the back yard today, but frankly, though the nasal spigot is turned off, I currently feel as if I have a huge grain of salt under my right eyelid. I wash my face about once an hour and irrigate that puppy. Then it doesn't bother as long as I strictly avoid touching my eye for any reason.