Discombobulation

Our household is heavy into pre-semester stuff this week. While my oratorical half is busy getting oriented and being received (two orientations and three receptions this week alone), I'm busy orienting and receiving. So we're both more than a little discombobulated. Monday morning was the first time in a long time that I've had to pull myself together to be somewhere on campus in a 9-5 kind of way. And to top it off, I had to do it looking more or less like a real, professional professorchick: big-girl clothes, makeup, blow-dried hair. Yikes! As I scrambled around doing these and other things, I realized suddenly that I don't know how to do this here. Because of our move to the new house, I don't yet have a rote, automatic, bodily script for how to Do the Things You Have to Do to Get Out of the House in the Morning. I realized a new house and a new living situation means we have to re-write that script, too. And just when I was confidently telling people, "Yes, we're all settled in..."