the summer will be short.

i've gotten back to my old day-to-day routine:

i wake up late, have breakfast and a coffee, stay in my apartment until the afternoon. while there, i think about a particular problem, work out some thoughts with paper and pen.

(the problem is almost never resolved.)

when i get tired of this, i go and wander outside, confused and uncertain;

this usually involves lunch and another coffee, and usually a lot of thinking about what to do next. half the time i decide to delay the decision and walk to the office;

i'll figure out what to do once i get there,
and sometimes, i actually do.

it's not a bad life.
i wouldn't mind waking up earlier, but there's no immediate gain to this:

i'd only quit my first work session earlier, have lunch earlier,
and confront the "what do i do now?" question sooner.

i've been avoiding making long term plans, which is unwise.

goals are one thing. i have many goals, but goals are abstract entities. if you never plan out your goals -- never say when you will do this task or that -- then apart from sheer luck, will you really fulfill them?

time is short.

i move in two months to a new apartment, a four-hour drive away. to make things more complicated, i haven't found that new apartment yet.

in those two months, i have a paper or two to write and a joint research project (or two) to work on.

within those months, two weeks have been set aside already: one week (or so) for a conference in chicago, and one week to see family on the west coast. likely there will be more weeks to remove, for other purposes.

so i have six weeks to write [1] and to collaborate. that's not much time. maybe i should cut short all this time off.

maybe i should wake up earlier after all. \:

[1] i knew it: the thesis was just the first stage.
there is always more writing to do.