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Tonight, I feel tired but unwilling to just jump into some decided sleep.  That’s what I’m SUPPOSED to do, right?  Go to sleep?  What if I didn’t?  What if I stay up and write and collect myself and have a mere moment for me?  The run took most of my fire.  But I can marathon or half-marathon this evening with whatever I can capture in my head.  I’m always urging students to think for themselves and throw themselves into their work like bizarrely mad jackals.  And me, this ‘instructor of record’, only able to think about how tired he is.  Hear the wind outside playing with the decoration on the other side of the door.  The wind’s talking to me, knocking on the door to keep me awake.  Keep my thinking and maybe writing a word or two.  Bag, right, think I have work in there somewhere to do but…

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