Is it just February?
As the Jayhawks "Tailspin" spins on repeat here in my office I feel spoken directly to. I cannot push myself to move! These essays need grading, taxes need filing, anything-but-facebook needs checking... I proceed at the rate of inertia every winter. Sometimes I can perform very minimally-required physical tasks. I continue to scrape by, but the hours come wooshing past in these fever-induced hallucination-style waves that leave me with chills. I feel as though I am almost literally trying to send brain-waves to my extremities - by power of thought - so that I will move.
Movement is the only thing I'm not capable of. There is so much to do. So much to read!
I have essays to read and grade.
Books on linguistics to read in case I restart a program when we move.
Books about places we may move to.
Books about lessons to plan while I'm teaching.
Books about babies after the teaching is done and the move is settled.
It's got to just be February, because this shouldn't be this hard.
1 comment:
It's ok. It is just February and it's not just you. I feel like I'm moving in some kind of time-sleep. Even pleasurable tasks like reading and knitting seem like insurmountable chores.
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