Oh, the times, they are a(re'nt) changing

1. We're not leaving Nashville, after all. K has accepted a 1-2 year post doctoral lectureship at Vanderbilt. I do what I'm told.
2. My application to the Metro-Nashville/Davidson County Police academy is complete. I wait.
3. My application to the teaching fellows program went nowhere. I'm 0 for 2 with them.
4. There's plenty of support for people getting PhDs and writing dissertations. Why does nobody care about spouses of people writing dissertations? I wish.
5. Nora, saints be praised for Nora.
6. Cleaning, cooking, shopping. I do a lot of it.
7. Would people in Nashville PLEASE stop bumping into Wyatt when I leave him places?
8. I'm supposed to be running a lot. I'm not running a lot.
9. Finally, I don't care what you think. Not anymore. I've decided to pull an Albert Brooks and take the bus back rather than than regret the train forward.
10. There is still much here that is holy, this aberration in the heartland of the real. Let's regain our grip on things.
11. Thank you, Drew.
12. Follow the bouncing ball.
14. Now everyone...