Quiet

Classes begin in five days. I’ve been spending the majority of my days holed up in my apartment, trying to relax and save money. This has been the leanest period of my life, and the next few days are going to be rough. I can barely afford a loaf of bread at this point. Ah well. I’m sure there’s a lesson in this… perhaps, “don’t spend all your money on beer and eating out, and save some of it next time.”

Maybe.

But I’m here to teach philosophy, not business, or even prudence. I’ll learn these lessons, let it influence my philosophy, and maybe it will enhance my understanding of things. In a way, by being more poor than I’ve ever been before, I’m doing my job.

Philosophers: masters of rationalization.

Anyway, the poverty can’t last too long. Once classes begin, paychecks will follow soon. I won’t be rich, but it will be enough to catch up on some bills, rent, food, and leave a little extra. By October, I should be able to start stashing it away for next summer.  I guess I’m on a squirrel schedule, except the squirrel’s winter is my summer.