Weekend update. Can I be Amy Poehler?

So, I could tell you what I've been up to this past week, but then I'd have to kill you. Or, well, not exactly kill you. More like...I just can't tell you. Because this is the internet, and people read things. We'll just say that things are in flux. All will be revealed later, like when I'm better informed (I was going to say "less confused," but that's probably wrong) myself. How's that for vague?

What I can say is that yesterday was my last day working at Key. There are lots of things I'll miss about Key: the consistently delightful people, the crossword-puzzle lunches, the killer Halloween costumes, the willingness to party at the drop of a hat. They're good people doing good work, and I feel honored to have been a part of their quest to help all students get math. But there was such a long period where leaving felt, simultaneously, like the only feasible thing and a complete impossibility, that actually having a last day was thrilling and somehow unbelievable. I don't think I really understand, even now: you mean I'm not going back?

I can also say that I've been knitting--wrist-warmers for a friend in New York--and that I passed the 400-page mark in The Name of the Rose, and that I went to the library today and chickened out on getting the DVD of Psycho. Tell me honestly, people: Should I watch this movie? Think of someone you know with a low tolerance for scary things (say...me). Would you tell that person to watch Psycho? What if that person told you she'd be calling YOU when she's afraid to hop into the shower? I did get Rebecca and North by Northwest, and put Rear Window and The Man Who Knew Too Much (because of the Jimmy Stewart) on my Netflix queue--we'll see how many I get through before Halloween. Do you think that all of these non-scary Hitchcock movies might somehow add up to the street cred of one actual scary Hitchcock movie?

And I can say that I did some shuffling on my links list; I added Sarah's new blog and someone I don't know but like already, and took off Dinosaur Comics, even though I still like them. Mostly, I miss Things I've Bought That I Love. Like, I get that Mindy Kaling is off writing and acting and being famous--some show about people in an office somewhere, if you like that kind of thing--but I need to know how she's spending her absurd amounts of money. I am bereft without her insights on products I will probably never wear, use, or eat (though I did try to get the kind of red licorice she likes from Trader Joe's--they didn't have it, but I did get hooked up with another brand that's amazing, so...win!). COME BACK, MINDY. (Wow. That was not supposed to end with begging.)

And I can say that it's fall here, suddenly. Thursday, it was summer. Friday, the wind changed and the trees dropped all of their leaves and the air is clear clear clear. I broke out my down vest last night, but it was premature. This is California. It's not that cold.

Thanks for your patience. Hey, see you tomorrow! For the 12th! Or, rather, today.