Still waiting for my packet to come back -- trying to fend off thoughts of dread!
Kids went off happily to school this morning, in spite of daylight savings, proving that they too just needed a break from the routine and some oceanside fun.
Spent the morning grading -- genuinely impressed by my students' work -- then working on some poems for a SC competition. Made me work fast and forget all about what I should have been doing.
Have to teach tomorrow, so lots of homework for me tonight. By the time I get back to working on my non-fiction, it will have been almost a week. Hopefully my brain will reboot without too much trouble. My back, in any case, has thanked me for a few days not hunched over the keyboard.
Almost at the end of Joyce Glassman's Beat memoir -- an interesting read, but the prose feels a bit flat. Maybe I just need a little fiction to spice things up. Proust, perhaps, or Tolstoy...
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