I made yet another blind leap into the abyss a couple months back, risking my future and sanity on a whimsical spin of Fortuna’s Mighty Wheel. O Fortuna, you fickle thang, you.
Anyway, I’m here, I’m settled in, and I’m so loving my new job. I’m the science information manager for several national parks in the southeast. I finally have a job that combines my background in field biology with my education in geographic analysis and computers. I mean, this job was MADE for me. Or I for the job. Or something.
They treat me like a professional. Amazing, considering I was getting quite used to being a paper-shuffling wage-slave.
I now live across the hall from my longtime girlfriend, and to cap it all off, I think I’m losing weight. Sweet!
Oh, and my office is a house, with wood floors, and a desk that faces directly out of a large picture window into an expanse of pine woods on the toeslope of a mountain. Ahhhhh.
Oh, and Osip, if you bother to read this, let’s get together and demolish a beer or four, OK?
But not this week. I’m spending all this week on Lookout Mountain outside of Chattanooga, searching for a threatened species of skullcap.
Wow, living beside a mountain! YAY! I’m up at 6,000 feet in the foothills of the Sandias here in New Mexico, and I cannot begin to tell you how amazing it is to see these majestic mountains every morning when I arise. Is the autumn air clear and crisp and lovely? Do you hear the little critters rustling at night? I awaken most nights to the lonely but beautiful cry of coyote, their yipping and howling swirling through the windswept, starry night.
Best of luck, you sound happy as a clam! So, let’s hear more about your girlfriend!
