I'm getting better acquainted with my couch tonight; it's someplace that I don't spend enough time.

I've been moving through this week in a dream-like state, trying not to think too hard about where I'm going or when. I've been living in the moment, feeling like my life is a Vonnegut novel; all connected when I take a step back but slightly out of context when I examine each moment separately.

I took a riverboat cruise on the Mississippi today and was home early. I watched terrible movies from my couch and was vaguely distracted by the rain tapping against my living room windows. I worked a little from my laptop and researched train tickets to Austin, flights to Portland, Florida, Las Vegas and New York and at opportunities here in New Orleans. I looked for an (easy) solution to avoid where I'm probably headed next (Los Angeles), but I already knew there wasn't one. I want to consider every option carefully, make sure the next adventure carries me far enough toward my eventual goals that I'll be happy long term and not just in the moment (I already know how to do that).

In the meantime, I'm enjoying New Orleans. And my couch.