Hyneman envy

Jamie Hyneman, of the excellent Discovery Channel show Mythbusters, revealed last night that he'd been in the Special Forces, owned a pet shop at which he taught a goldfish to ring a bell, owned a dive shop, and become the international whist champion, all in addition to running a special effects house, hosting a nifty TV show, and finding time to grow that mustache. He's not much older than me; when do I start my life? (Kendra points out that I already have the mustache.) My big accomplishment for today was re-stringing my guitar. Yeehaw.

Crunching to and from work on the weird Astroturf-textured snow that fell last night, it's hard to imagine life ever changing, anything ever happening in this gray world. Spring is a rumor; see Little, Big. It's a tense time for us, Kendra being on the job market and trying to finish her dissertation at the same time; there's a mingled sense of expectation and hopelessness, like the next stage of our lives is visible through the walls of this jelly jar we're trapped under.

This is my fourth night working in a row, which means Kendra and I haven't seen much of each other since Friday. It's always easy to let the level of glumness rise when we haven't managed to touch base in a while. Tomorrow we'll have more time.

Now I get to climb a ladder and muck about with metal letters twenty feet in the air. Hooray.