I spent this morning trying to outrun dark clouds cruising into town (even though rain would be really great right about now, according to my lawn and flowers). I managed to get both kids dropped off and wrestle a large package of diapers (for Ray) without incident or downpour. When I finallly arrived on campus the rain started, and I was ready with my brolly and raincoat, but it was only a handful of drops and a few gusts of wind. Now that I'm writing this I will probably get completely soaked on the way to class, but sheesh, all that drama for nothing.
At UIC the summer sessions were longer and the classes weren't every day. My class right now is five days a week for 1.5 hours a day. I really don't like it. The 5 day thing is what I don't like; the students are cool and I love Modernism. I just want to be able to catch up, and to miss the students and think of clever things to say between classes. That's not possible with the current schedule. I don't think I'll be teaching summer next year.
For some bizarre reason we have been sort of thinking about getting a dog. We have five cats who probably wouldn't be very enthused by this development. Ray is also probably too young for a dog, though he really goes nuts for them, which is what made us start thinking about one. Please feel free to talk me out of it (or give recommendations...no, I didn't just say that).
Sara Tracey has some good publishing news! Go send her some congrats. I finally got my submission out to Poetry. In the cover letter I withheld the urge to mention that they've never published me before, since I'm sure they're already aware of that.
Another insane afternoon ahead in Biddingerville. Carrying my umbrella just in case.