Back from vacation is a difficult place to be. You expect the first few days to be slow, catching up, but this whole week my brain has been resistant to thought, deep or otherwise (except for a brief wellspring Saturday morning.) Could be the reading I’m doing. Exceedingly heavy, intellectual, books on history. The kind of reading that seriously humbles a person; makes him regret various choices he’s made in his life.
The community college begins a week from Monday. My RateMy entries are hilariously—or groanworthily—bad, so the first thing I’ll do is show them to the new students. Heh. I’ve altered my syllabi and schedules again and am going to take more aggressive advantage of Moodle. The point is to make less work for me and more for them, right?
Well, whereas I’ve been sluggish this week, the dog has been a fount of energy. Last night she pulled out seven toys in succession trying to get me to play. Our walks have been short. Not until today did we get any depth into the park. Ol’ Lizzie is doing good. She doesn’t have the endurance she used to have. The limps in her hips and in her front legs get distractingly ugly, and she rarely runs anymore (except when she sights a rabbit and doggie nature takes over). We haven’t done any monumental adventures lately. But she’s the same old Lizzie, always coveting attention and eager to go on to the next thing.
The community college begins a week from Monday. My RateMy entries are hilariously—or groanworthily—bad, so the first thing I’ll do is show them to the new students. Heh. I’ve altered my syllabi and schedules again and am going to take more aggressive advantage of Moodle. The point is to make less work for me and more for them, right?
Well, whereas I’ve been sluggish this week, the dog has been a fount of energy. Last night she pulled out seven toys in succession trying to get me to play. Our walks have been short. Not until today did we get any depth into the park. Ol’ Lizzie is doing good. She doesn’t have the endurance she used to have. The limps in her hips and in her front legs get distractingly ugly, and she rarely runs anymore (except when she sights a rabbit and doggie nature takes over). We haven’t done any monumental adventures lately. But she’s the same old Lizzie, always coveting attention and eager to go on to the next thing.