I'm losing track of the days, and told the barber as much. It's not that time moves slower throughout the day here, it's just that when you look back over the past two weeks, it feels as if months have oozed by. This may be a symptom of unemployment, but I remember keeping a regimented schedule here in Louisiana and the time still dragged on. For me, it could slow even further. It's a nightmare feeling when you blink and a week is gone. And that's the way it felt in the city. Like we were hurtling into oblivion without a hope to stop.
I am due for a rude awakening when I land in Brazil -- I haven't studied Portuguese with any regularity. So this will be an experiment in immersion learning, although my background in French and linguistics will, I know, prove helpful. The job search is going on as we speak, and I'm confident I'll find something worthwhile pretty quickly. I might get another haircut before I leave. To look my best for the interviews.