4/8: the realm of what's do-able in a day (for me)
Sometimes I think I can do more in a day than I can. Sometimes I think I can do less in a day than I can. Today I planned just right and managed to go to the dentist to get a permanent crown put on a tooth; photograph some tulips; finish writing a draft of a final project for one of my classes; get some mail ready to send to a mail-art friend; meet a former student for an afternoon tea and chat; go for a walk; read some Skellig and listen to some of Charlotte Sometimes.
4/7: the last one
This morning I finished my last regular paper for my year of coursework. I still have final projects to write, but this was the last of the weekly essays. I'm ready to take a break from the steady press of having to formulate paper-worthy ideas and then write the actual papers arguing for the ideas, but I'm really glad I've had this steady experience. I wouldn't have been able to make myself do it, and I'm a better thinker and writer (and perhaps also a better person?) for having done it.
4/6: getting better
Sweet Tilde the Kitten had a very (very!) runny nose last night. Today she has been a little under the weather, but her nose has been less of a faucet. I feel sorry for our dear girl, but I'm also amazed at feline capacities for recuperation.
4/4: squeezed in
It's a busy time of the year: my courses end soon so I'm on tight deadlines for writing final papers. As usual in packed times, I've made careful lists for the upcoming days so that the work is spread out. Today I got through my list and managed to fit in an extra task (not glamorous: figuring out the textbook orders for what I'm teaching in the fall and placing the order with the bookstore) as well as an early-evening walk on the ridge (which I thought busy-ness would make me forego).
4/3: in the air
It's humid today, and normally I wouldn't count that as a good thing. But today the moisture in the air seems to be making a scent-cloud of all the amazing flowers on the ridge.
4/2: timing
Chris is recovering from a surgery he had yesterday, so when dinner-time came and he was asleep I didn't want to wake him up. But just as I finished getting dinner ready he woke up on his own, and the meal that I thought would be solitary was suddenly solitary no longer.
4/1: new month
I am very much needing to close the chapter on some difficult and stressful things, and I think I'll use the beginning of a new month as an impetus to start a new mental page. Luckily, the world outside my mind cooperated today by seeming to bring some conclusion to two particular worries.
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