to do anything, this morning.  Not even this…. Typing as I do every morning.  Last class of the semester tonight.  Hard to believe, but ecstatic that’s the case.  One more semester of adjunct-ing I tell myself.  Don’t want to do it anymore but more than that it’s time to consolidate.  Not do so much.

Sipping coffee slower than I usually do, think I shouldn’t just fly to the keys first thing…

Kids ask for cereal.  When am I running…?

Calm, don’t think about any of it.