Today has been pretty nondescript. After a day in the office writing the newsletter and typing up the minutes from the staff meeting this morning, I returned to the seventeenth-century world of Jane Austen. Maybe it's homesickness, but I've been feeling a lot less genial lately. I've had less patience for the minor trials of living with people, making me a more grumpy housemate and a more anti-social person in general. All I want to do anymore is read in bed. For example, a couple weeks ago I might have been more pliant but I've reached a point where I don't have any inclination to give people rides anymore. And I'm more likely to speak up in situations where I might otherwise have tolerated in silence. Maybe that's a good thing though; my coworkers hear my stories and tell me I should stand up for myself more. Either way, I'm definitely in a more chill phase of the summer, feeling less likely to jump up at any moment. Not that I'm done exploring (I don't think I'll ever stop exploring) — I'm excited for my plans to visit the Audubon Zoo this weekend!
Yesterday I spent a quiet morning writing letters to family and friends, who are all scattered throughout the world. The Thursday afternoon market was consumed with a project called SEED, which Tatiana and I are responsible for. It's a tool, developed by marketumbrella.org, for measuring the economic impact of a market via shopper surveys. So I spent the day alternating between counting and surveying shoppers, which were disappointingly sparse because of the unusually small number of vendors.
On a much more important subject, my Chaco tan is coming along nicely! On the computer you have to look at the picture from an angle to see it well, though.