I feel so disconnected out here, like there’s a whirlwind of things going on back in Boston while I’m sitting here watching TV and hanging out with parents and old friends. Like I’m going to get back and find out that I’ve somehow fallen “behind.”

I’m trying to make sure to take care of all the time-critical job-related things while I’m here, and I think I’m succeeding on most counts. Maybe it’s just a matter of running out of such things to do that makes me feel like I’m missing things.

Missing parties isn’t such a big thing, I don’t think. It’s just a nebulous... generic... falling behind.

In other news, my tax hit for the end of last year isn’t going to be nearly as bad as I thought. Lucky.