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2. I'll be in Iowa City on Friday night. Fire up the, um, beer-buying machine?
3. When my day-to-day routine lacks variety, as it inevitably does during the work week, I start to look for whatever little differences I can possibly find from one day to the next. I think this might be the final phase in a young person�s slow capitulation to adulthood. When you�re young, you can thrive on teenage melodrama and the manufactured diversions of college to shake things up�and sometimes even those aren�t enough. But when you�re an adult, and provided you�re not mentally unbalanced or involved with people who are, and you have to go to the same job every day and perform the same tasks every day in order to pay for the goods and services you require in order to function in society�that�s when the readout starts to plateau, and it becomes imperative that you pinpoint and take note of the peaks that do occur, however minor, however few and far between. That�s how I end up focusing on any minutae that will make this morning�s walk to the train different from yesterday�s, tonight�s evening activity different from the previous one, this weekend�s party different from last weekend�s. That�s how I end up clinging to the little things, like a strange person or event I see during my commute, or a remarkable email I�ve received, or an interesting article in a magazine, or a phone call with someone far away, or�most of all�the weather. That�s why I was so satisfied a few mornings ago, when a gust of wind blew my bedroom door shut and jolted me awake and a cold breeze whipped through the bedroom and the cat began freaking out and I was suddenly wide awake at five a.m., pleased because autumn had announced its overdue arrival.
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