Missing post

Another guilt-free Friday at the Circulation Desk. How weird it is still to come in and not be expected to do anything save check books out to the few patrons who manage to make their way over here on a Friday morning - and the day after Commencement here at Harvard, to boot! I looked at the calendar this morning with an extra sense of melancholy, as not only am I in my last month of work at the Modern Greek Section, but what with this past week of cataloging lost due to Andriana's being sick I'm down to my last six days of gainful employment with the Greeks. Six days! What can I possibly get done down there at this point in so little time? Oh, well. I guess any little bit helps...

One thing I was happy to note, however, was my absolute lack of melancholia as another Graduation Day rolled around. Although the thought that I was stuck in limbo on the academic front was something I had more or less come to terms with over the years, nevertheless every June I'd be struck with a pang or two of sadness and regret that I wasn't moving on myself. But no longer. Provided I keep my nose to the grindstone, I look forward to nothing but guilt-free Graduation Days in my future as well!

The title of this blog entry refers to a post I was working on yesterday, via cell phone, from the waiting room at the MGH Pediatric Metabolic Clinic. Turns out that I may be slightly more prolix a blogger than can be reasonably accomodated through thumbing text on a telephone's alphanumeric keypad. Who knew? I think the half-post is still within my cell's memory, however, so I might try finishing it over the weekend (as we'll be on the road, a perfect time for text messaging tedium!) and sending it on its merry way.

Tomorrow we baptize our daughter in the Greek Orthodox Church. As branches of Sky God monotheism go, Orthodoxy has a lot going for it, including a healthy respect for mysticism and a rare acknowledgement of human fallibility - even in matters of doctrine and faith; the fact that it's the Greek Orthodox Church makes it all the more charming to a Hellenist like me. Besides, there'll be plenty of time for heresy when she gets older, beginning with when she starts to ask the wonderful/terrible question: "Why?"