Upside-down house

Without the structure of school, time seems to have lost any meaning. I can hardly tell what day of the week it is. It doesn’t really matter. And, because I moved my bed (to the other side of the room) before leaving on my last trip West, I am still waking up not being sure where I am—in California, Montreal, my home? And yesterday I moved my computer table to be near the windows overlooking the lake and now I find myself still going to the corner where it was, behind the piano. What creatures of habit we human beings can be!

Routine, schedules all start up again by the end of this week. I think I won’t mind too much this time. At least I know where my classroom is—the same as last semester so my habits will not be disturbed!