Back in Boston

After an uneventful flight from Chicago to Boston we are safe & sound in our strange little loft – well, not "little," with its high ceiling and industrial-sized windows. In terms of available space it isn't large, though. Larger than an efficiency but smaller than a one-bedroom. Practically speaking, about as much living space as our small place last year, but inside a much larger physical volume.

Long, though. Line of sight from this desk (by the window) to the kitchen sink is about forty feet. So it doesn't feel small, to me.


The place has a European feel, unsurprisingly, since we're subletting from a European couple, off on a sabbatical to Spain. Made coffee this morning with an Italian pressure machine. Makes a delicious cup, but only one at a time. We'll get our regular pot (a French pressure machine) out of storage soon.

Quite a bit of road noise outside – someone blasting away with a piledriver down on the street. Well, he didn't start till 7:15. Get up, lazybones.

Life in the big city. We were in Boston last year, but that was the quiet gaslit streets of Back Bay. This is another planet. Trantor, I think.

Just put on the headphones with soothing sprightly Segovia. Banish that piledriver back to the twenty-first century.

Off to school soon, Registration Day. A brunch with the writing faculty and then sit in my office all afternoon, being available for students. Usually nobody shows up, but that's all right. Plenty to do.

Good to be back.

Joe