What I'm doing is just telling you guys that despite the fact that I've been averaging about one or two posts a week, I'm going to get better. I'm going to get into regularly writing again. As with most transition periods in life, this one has left me tired and headachey and unable to do anything productive but sleep at the end of the day. But that's all going to change once I get it together. Once I learn exactly what time I need to leave work to catch the 6:29 train that gets me back home at 7:50, instead of the 7:05 train, that gets me home at 8:45. Once I realize waking up at 6 a.m. is not grounds for ending it all. Now that I'm working part of the week from home, and part of the week in NYC.

I'm already getting used to this new life.

Even better, I really like my new job. Writing online is completely different than newspaper writing, but I think I just might be getting the hang of it, much like I'm getting the hang of crossing the wide expanse of train station to get to my platform without bumping into the 5 trillion other commuters racing this way and that, because that kind of clumsiness is so not New York.

In two weeks we close on the house we're buying in New Haven. I've been hesitant to write much about this because I worried that somehow, some way, something could go wrong and I'd end up feeling stupid. Also, talking to real estate agents and loan processors and lawyers all the time doesn't much inspire me to sit down and do a bunch of creative writing.

But we're nearing the end of the process, and more important than the paperwork, the facts and figures, is the house, our house, yet another factor bringing this tiring transition period to a close. Who knows? Maybe we'll even have a vegetable garden this summer and I assure you, once that happens, well, you won't be able to get me to shut up.