Homeless

Seven days ago, I packed up boxes and rolled them around the corner in preparation for some work in my office. The 48 year old ceiling and floors were being replaced and the flat-white paint from the mid-1970s was going to get freshened up. Two days, maybe three … today was day eight. Ceiling isn’t done, carpet hasn’t been started.

I’ve been wandering the halls, laptop in hand, setting up shop wherever it seems quiet.

The academic nomad.