Well, it had to end sometime. The delightful two-month break occasioned by the infinitely avoidable death (wilful murder, more like) of PubSub has come to an end, and I find myself back in harness, this time for a large software company in midtown. I like my new coworkers – they are bright and friendly – and the work seems interesting, but I do have to say it is a bit of a jolt to be back in shoes and long pants, and to exchange the slow rhythm of the tides for the screeching chaos of Manhattan. This new outfit is also by far the most corporate environment in which I have ever found myself (having spent the first decades of my adult life in recording studios, followed by five years of small startups), and I feel like Tarzan in a dinner jacket. But with two kids in college, there are bills to pay, so we adapt.
My biggest worry is having no time for reading, writing, quiet contemplation, and unhurried, healthful exercise; I think spending the summer as a “gentleman of leisure” spoiled me no end. But I’m not complaining, appearances to the contrary – I am well aware how very lucky I was to have that much-needed break, and as my dear mum used to say, the only real peace in this world is on the other side of the churchyard gate. So for now, with freedom out of reach, it’s farewell to the beach, and back into the breach.