Maybe it's because I've never ever had this much down time.
And I do mean EVER. I started piano lessons when I was 3. I stared preschool when I was 4. I took summer school during vacation and my mom made me do math and writing workbooks. I took tap and ballet classes. I took cello classes. I never took that year off that people take during or after college.
This is the longest I've done nothing since I was literally 2. And when I was 2 I was working on...I don't know, the ability to walk and speak and learn the alphabet.
Doing nothing has always been something I've treasured and waited for impatiently. When I was a teacher, people would laugh when they asked me what I did during summer vacation, and I'd say, "Sleep." When asked where I went during vacation, I'd say, "My couch. And then my refrigerator. Then my bed."
Spending so much time doing nothing in San Francisco is different, though. I feel guilty. There's so much to do in San Francisco that I feel I shouldn't be sitting here playing Chefville and watching Youtube videos. I should go out and DO something.
But it's raining.
So instead, I've started reading two new books. I appreciate that I have the time to read. I'm distraught because Anna Karenina has come out in the movie theater, and that is my Everest of books. I think I've attempted to read it maybe 9 or 10 times in the last 10 years. The same thing always happens. I start, I make a chart of all the names (those Russian names confuse me...why does everybody's name end with "sky" or "vich"?) read diligently....and then inevitably I get busy, and upon returning to the book have forgotten every character and what has happened.
On another note, a student let me know that their school has organized a mustache day! =) I find it thoroughly amusing that THAT is the legacy I left. I find it thoroughly amusing that people, young and old, associate mustaches with me. And cellos. And the color orange.
That probably says something strange about me...