I didn’t think it would ever stop raining. I woke up and dressed for cold, and was met by drizzle instead. I am of the belief that drizzling is almost a thousand times worse than actual rainfall, because it creeps in, makes you all wet and cold, but is not brave enough to be outright. Not enough for an umbrella, too much for a 15 minute walk.
Friday mornings are usually slow, and gloomy weather makes walkways even more sparse on campus. I begin walking up the hill that I can’t avoid, listing all of the places I will need to go today, all the things I will need to do, all of the phone calls I will have to make. I am late for class because I couldn’t start the day without breakfast. I am always tired. Getting out of bed is a constant battle. It is quite unfortunate that I made a trip to Borders last night and picked up more books to read. I have trouble sleeping when there are books to be read.
Crisis strikes in the middle of class, there is an imperative phone call that has to be returned, followed by a flurry of phone calls delegating instructions. Then sitting through class making lists with subcategories for tasks to be completed in long and short term, divided by relevance to school and life, including due dates and possible times they become complete.
Then again to the rain. When I call my mother she doesn’t usually have time to talk to me. This afternoon was no different. Long walks can get so silent, and lists are virtually useless when they don’t get written down. My favorite things are naps and tv shows on the computer. Friday afternoons are built for such things.
Once my hair is finished I can walk to the car so I can go teach my class. False eyelashes are definitely overkill for teaching and errands, but scheduling conflicts can hardly be avoided. I hope I can stay on my feet long enough to last all night. I can be terribly entertaining when I have enough energy.
When did reading for school become so pleasurable?