I have been so tired lately.  I have no doubts as to why that is.  I haven't been eating well at all.  My sleep to work ratio is totally out of whack.  My little mind is exploding with things to do, things to remember, things to fix, and ways that I'm not staying caught up.  Still. . . I only feel really bad when I let myself think about my Western ( Read more... )

I am not healthy.

I want to be in the MOUNTAINS with SNOW and lots of TREES right NOW.

Can anyone make this happen?  Please?

This is the first time I've been online in my own house since last January.  It's only dial-up, but it's the best I can do for now.  I'm on a waiting list to get High Speed, but there is a limited number of ports (or something) available.

I went to school this morning at 6:00.  By 6:30 I decided I was too sick to stay for the day.  (Was I really?) ( Read more... )

Melissa needs her meds, and I'm sure Mikey won't get them for her ( Read more... )

Teaching is hard work. Very, very hard work. Don't let anyone tell you differently. I'm struggling to find my groove this year. There's so much to do, so many responsibilities, so little time fro planning/sleep/homework. Ask me what's hard about teaching. Ask me why this is the profession for me. I think my literature review for Methods of ( Read more... )

Just one more paper to finish. I just have to think, move my fingers, type, and watch it come to life. Right? As soon as this is done I can just pack for my trip to Boise. Writing half a dozen paragraphs will not kill me. Ready. Set. Go ( Read more... )

I would like one of these in my size.

This would be easier if it were a nervous breakdown.  But it’s not.  It’s just me doing what I do.  My house has finally cooled off, but it’s full of bugs from hours of open doors.   I keep forgetting what day it is, what day tomorrow will be.  Again and again and again.  Tomorrow will be tomorrow will be tomorrow will be tomorrow.  Today is today ( Read more... )

I am reading Refuge by Terry Tempest Williams. Utah's geography is pulling me. Williams pulls in just enough Mormon culture and Utah politics, while keeping the story tied to her family and the land. My feet yearn to burrow into the ground, rooting me in the earth. Last night I came across the following passage. I remembered that I want my body in ( Read more... )