In a funk this morning until I hopped the bus to the university. I take a 30 minute milk run through old neighborhoods, the slowness of which relaxes me. And the changing leaves lift the spirit. The last words my dad spoke to me were, "I sure am glad I got to see the leaves change before I go," before dropping dead ten minutes later.
Read about it here.
Today I show the class a documentary, "Dreams On Spec," about three screenwriters trying to make it in Hollywood. Quite good. Thursday, the last day of class, I pick up their term projects for the last time.
A busy time ahead -- but the aftermath will be good.
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