man, i am tired. woke up at 7, downed a coffee in the hopes of it carrying me through teaching until 11:30. did some paperwork after class, trudged home. now i should be working, but all i can do is sit here blankly staring at my screen.
work in full swing. work work work. teaching, writing, reading, editing.
but also: repotting my little pepper plants, baking bittersweet chocolate chip cookies, slowly ridding our apartment of things that we don't need or want.
instead of being glum about my backlog of work and my 7 measly days in which to get it all done, i'm going to celebrate the ache in my legs from yoga and the delicious hot beverage sitting on my desk.
i am a person who appreciates winter. i usually prefer snow and wind and red noses to sweaty summer. BUT, after months and months of the most brutal winter in recent memory, i must protest! i am starting to feel like if i don't get some healing rays of warmth from the sun, i will freak out.