Despite the rains recently, my life doesn't seem very moist to me right now. I am working double-time, with the extra class and running back and forth to the house, and now that I am grading papers, it seems that I am working constantly. I long to throw it all up in the air for a while and frolic. But I can't. There's too much to do!
If I indeed end up not teaching the summer class that I initially signed up for this summer, thinking it was to be the usual short semester (generally the summer classes are 6 weeks long, which is insane, but at least short), that will probably be a good thing. I need rest. I need to think and write unencumbered for a little while. Teaching is good, and to a certain extent, nurturing, but after a while, one needs to recharge.
Perhaps I should seek out an open mic and try to read publicly again? But when? Between teaching, grading, planning, and doing stuff for the house, there isn't going to be any time for a while. I just need to soldier through this, and I'll come out better off on the other side.