We've got some top-shelf gloom happening here in Akron, Ohio today. But at least it's kind of warm gloom. If you have to have gloom, it might as well be warm.
This time of semester I feel like I'm skidding on a patch of ice. I did manage to catch up on my grading, though, and that was a relief. So I'm skidding on ice but not spilling coffee on myself in the process.
Just when I started feeling better from pneumonia, my kids came down with a cold, and then (surprise) so did I. This morning at 4 am I thought I was a goner. Right now, though, I believe I will survive. Perhaps this is just the universe underlining my resolution to take better care of myself in 2011.
I usually prefer the even years to the odd years. I did get tenure this year, and got my second book of poems picked up, but you know, I kind of have hope for 2011, too.
Lots of hope for 2012, namely no longer being an administrator and being a teacher and editor again. Just a teacher and editor. Oh, it sounds so heavenly right now.
I haven't been very creative lately, but I'm starting to take more pictures (and see pictures everywhere--so distracting), and I reckon I am going to be like a loaded poem gun come December.