Be forewarned: I've got nothing particular to say. Be reassured: the one thing I'm not going to do is to ramble on about Rob Ford, the spectacularly awful mayor of Toronto, even though it's just about the only news penetrating the wall of fog that seems to have lowered itself around my noggin. It's these early mornings, one after the next after the next.
I've been wondering about my inclination to get up and exercise, no matter how tired I am. Is it helping? Is it making me a calmer, happier, fitter, stronger, more productive person? I sleep better when I exercise, and that counts for a lot. And I'm often up early anyway, so it seems like the practical thing to do. But I also know that tiredness can bleed into the whole day.
I've got a sick kid home. He read me a whole book, with some help on tough words here and there. "Did you know you could read that book?" I asked in astonishment, and he shrugged and said, Nope, he had no idea.
There are only three classes left in the term. Tonight I'm tackling creative non-fiction, a subject that makes me nervous, as my level of expertise is not as high as when we're talking about the short story. Still, creative non-fiction fascinates me, and it's worth tackling, assuming my fogged-up brain can make sense of my scrambled notes.
This is where I sat last night to compose those scrambled notes and find readings to support my claims and generalizations. I will miss this office, quite a lot, actually. I will miss the quiet, and the routine. And I will miss the camaraderie that's been created in the classroom over the course of the term, that I will miss a lot. It will make life easier, not to have this extra obligation, but my preference, as you may have observed, doesn't generally skew toward easier.
Tonight's supper: turkey noodle soup, with buttery corn-off-the-cob on the side.
Last night's supper: grilled salmon, and macaroni-and-cheese made with leftover noodles and real buttermilk.
Yesterday's after-school activity: music. In this beautiful sunlit building. I'm about to leave for campus, to teach. The kids are home, and it's our quiet evening, with only one extra activity -- karate -- to which the boy has a ride, thankfully. I'm letting everyone eat the Halloween candy as their after-school snack. And I'm grabbing some to go. Be forewarned. Be reassured.
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