Fall 2016, Day 1…

On campus, 12:19… aim to be in class by 12:30.  Room is in center of SRJC’s total plot.  Sipping sparkling water, no more coffee as I’m on a cylinder-all as it is.  Rough  morning with little Emma and her running nose that runs away from her in that she can’t keep up with what from it falls, and Jack waking at 5-something, when it was still outside dark, in a sillier mood than I’ve ever scene him at that hour— “Soooo…” he starts, “Daddy should we play or should I just go poop or what…” I started laughing and then laughed uncontrollably and the day was off and I’ve been up since.  Already with one cup and a 4-shot mocha in my circulation.  Why I’m switching to water.  Need BPM slowed.  Or RPM.  Or whatever.  One of the two syllabi printed, lecture printed… need to keep up with the lecture portion, get a big binder for this semester, keeping everything in 1 spot.  Everything.  Be a student, again.  Will write after ‘100’, before copying, or after copying, syllabi for 1A.  So much in head currently and — OH!  Need a poem for meeting one.. will just put on screen, no big…