The Crone is in the process of changing her job. On January 30, she will leave the Throbbing Temples and migrate 4 or 5 blocks further west to a new professional perch. She feels like a non-profit pioneer, bravely preparing to pack up and go.
The Crone had four days at home last weekend–an ordinary Saturday and Sunday, MLK day, and time off for the Inauguration. (the Throbbing Temples is at the heart of the DC action, and so was closed on Obama’s big day) She expected to achieve great things in the home improvement line, but instead found herself being a bit of a blob, even more than usually fond of her bed, and seemingly incapable of getting much done.
Confiding her sloth to a lunchtime companion, the Crone picked up a useful piece of intelligence: “Changing your job is like being a acrobat” said the sage of the North Beach bar ” You’ve let go of one trapeze and you’re in mid-air, reaching to grab the second one. You’re in the split second before the upswing”. That’s exactly what it feels like. The Crone can hardly wait for the whoosh but, for the moment, she’s playing it safe and trying not to panic.
I wonder if the new President felt the same way in the days between the election and the inauguration? The Crone only hopes the Chief Justice isn’t on hand to screw up her first few minutes in her new job…