Out with some colleagues I don’t see very often. It’s good to discuss our frustrations outside the perimeters that create them.
For friends who keep posting long after I’ve both forgotten to post and forgotten we had a blog. What a crazy year it’s been. Mostly good, but crazy.
Grateful today for warm weather. 70s! Windows open!
For a second set of bookcases to paint.
For the beer in the fridge.
For the mid-level tolerance for crazy.
For feeling much better than yesterday.
For the free gym that won’t condemn me if I don’t make it in tonight, and the liberation from 40 Thanksgiving break papers.
(I’m borrowing Julia’s shorthand)
Running, without hitting the black ice or the internal wall. Unexpected family time yesterday that was sweet.
It’s a funny thing, when a person feels the itch to stop posting. I’m not sure what it is. Something about the habit of it became feeling like I had to–rather than I ought, for me–and so I stopped. But with Thanksgiving yesterday, today feels like a good time to return.
For friends who don’t judge in the meantime; for getting through the first tenure hoop; for snuggly kitties; for two really awesome sections of the plain old US history survey this term; for families; for wisdom.
For work from home days and presidential fortitude.
Now that’s something I never thought I’d say.
Today’s been a weird day. It’s been a weird week. And while I did scarf down a donut today that I wasn’t actually hungry for, I’m glad I haven’t made a habit of feeding my angst lately (I did, for a long time). And I’m thankful I no longer need to look at moments like this donut as personality flaws. It was good. Done.
Lunch with friends and their baby, who isn’t really a baby anymore. He walks! He talks! Who knew!