I froze my ass off hobbling to campus from the bus stop, Wind chill is the killer. Nice to be in my warm office, and a quiet one at that. Read midterms in class today, a celebration of progress.
Energy to get lots of banjo practicing done over my weekend but also will return to the opera score. This new rhythm has been working out for me.
The reader's arrival goes into the whimper category, as expected. But it's the best thing I've done in a long time. Its effect feels very liberating.
Despite how much I enjoy teaching, I do rather wish I was living in a small town in a climate that was warm year round. Pipe dream. The Sun Man Cometh ha ha.
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