This is a tremendously busy time for me. Chanukah, with all of its various interchangeable spellings, starts this evening. I have a dental appointment, and then, given the state of anxiety I feel at the moment, I have decided to go on to yoga class in Laguna. When I come home, I will light the candles for another year's go at the holiday.
The irony I speak of above is this: all this time I have wanted a poetry workshop somewhere, and yesterday afternoon, I got notice that the Emeritus program at the college is seeking someone to teach workshops for them. The workshop in question is smack in the middle of one of my classes for next semester, so I cannot teach it. But it is odd the way things work.