So: I've been out in Nirvana for a few weeks now. How'm I doing?
WORK: Above average, for me at least. I am going in to an office and sitting still and thinking for a good part of each day, and that's a big change relative to anything since, oh, mid-October. I am going to talks and learning new things—well, I've substantially been under a rock for the last six years, so almost anything anyone gets up to talk about is new to me. (And it's such a luxury that other people are getting up and talking, and I can just sit and listen!)
However, I'm still working on the creepily idiosyncratic little sorts of things I seem to work on. Not on anything at all like the flashier stuff my proposal to come here was about.
PLAYING WITH OTHERS: Very, very bad. I have not had lunch with other people even once since arriving. I creep in and steal croissants after everyone else has come and gone for elevenses in the lounge. Several of the organizers have greeted me warmly, and said we must talk sometime—but I haven't followed up. Also, I am terrified of all the little post-doc boys running around. And somehow just about everyone else is either an old, famous organizer or a little post-doc. (Of course, in professional terms, I'm probably about level with the post-docs, in cumulative output: it took me five years, and them negative two, but who's counting? Well, I am, and they are, actually.)
If I were to tell anyone what I'm working on, they'd snort, or roll their eyes, or tell me how that vein of ideas was completely mined out in the early 60s, or... so I just don't tell them.
COPING WITH LIFE: Medium rare. The hunger=nausea thing is sort of disorienting, but a fruit shake in the late morning works wonders in keeping me at my desk and awake a little longer. Overall I think I've been doing pretty well with the weird shifts in bodily needs. (Beaker gets a demerit, though, for suddenly gasping "There's something in there!" after, um, bumping my newly-positioned cervix during an intimate moment...)
However, there are a couple of little issues. The Internet service thing, for example. Not gonna really happen for another 2 weeks (not entirely my fault, but largely so). And the driving thing. Beaker busted his butt getting our lovely little car out here, and I'm afraid to drive it. Manual transmission, Ohindinois is so beautifully flat, the 900 vertical foot climb to our current aerie, etc., etc. It's been at least 3 weeks since I was behind the wheel, and I learned to drive late enough that it's entirely possible for me to forget how.