Derailed, back on track.
On the cusp of finishing what was the most difficult teaching experience of my life (in terms of compressed workload and exhaustion held over from the previous semester).
Graded the last set of papers today (exams tomorrow) and suddenly lines for poems flooded back into my head as if they'd almost been there all along.
I have much to catch up on, including a new collection of poems that needs to be spread all over the upstairs landing where we put our manuscripts when we're sequencing them.
Dogs and cats find this very confusing.
There's so much I need to do, but not quite yet.