Fact: having a personality that tends toward all-or-nothing implies that there is a time when there’s simply…nothing.

Truth is, I’ve spent the better part of these last weeks sleep-deprived and have moderated my online presence because I am, well, sleep-deprived. It tends to have a nullifying effect on the brain/mouth filter.

These last few weeks have felt like limbo. It’s not winter, but it’s not spring. I’m still here, but I’m not really. The leaving is starting to feel more real. I’ve got that same shiver of fear and excitement that you have when your plane is about to lift off from the ground.

Meanwhile I’m too tired to consider doing anything remotely productive during my free time. I am busy in small ways, little things here and there. I cling to relaxation as though it were air. I need it to be alive. Hannah’s feeling it, too, as school demands one last great hurrah before the end.

Now in our shared free time we’ve found a new interest. My brain is active and churning and excited, but without a real outlet, because intellectual excitement about a TV show is not always a shared activity. Hannah and I do enjoy “geeking out” together, though even she may get tired of my pausing to expound on the Greek mythological archetypes and Deism and the paradigm of the two-storey universe. There are boys. They are cute. They have Texas accents. ‘Nuff said.

We took a field trip on Thursday, to the Museum of Science in Boston. We got lost driving in to the city and took a little tour around Harvard. We walked the museum until our feet hurt. We saw the butterfly garden and the cotton-top tamarins [Albert Einstein meets monkey] and watched a film in the Omni about tornado alley.

We also saw the Tesla coil sing. Be still my geek heart.