Maybe It's The Rain. Could Be the Darkness Arriving Earlier Each Night. Perhaps It's the Aftermath of Monday. I Want What She's Having.

I was up late last night, attending to the to-do list, trying to send-off items that have been weighing on my mind, but not what I've chosen to attend to (you know, the recommendations, article and conference reviews, final edits of a teacher/student anthology, open house for collaborators, and the creation of new lists). It was all fine and good. I feel moderately successful.

The entire time, though, it rained. And it was pitch black. The air coming through open windows grew colder and colder, and I wanted to join Karal as she curled up as close as she could get to sponge my body heat. She got to lie still with closed eyes and dreams, while I typed over her back and legs on a computer stand I purchased for at-home work.

Phew. If only I could be her, and she could be me for a day.

There were a couple of lightening bolts and thunder claps, too, that startled me from where I sat, but they didn't seem to bother her. 

Meanwhile, I awoke today with an onslaught of meetings, a graduate course, and a Majors fair for undergraduates. I'm booked from the second I finish this post until I come home tonight. I'm watching colleagues across the country committing to 40-hour work weeks, promising not to work more than 8 hours a day. I'm curious how they will do that. I would drown in the work I wasn't completing. 

But I think we're all supposed to be sleeping now, as the leaves turn redder and the lawns grow less. With pumpkin pie, aren't we also supposed to have more pillow time? Or does that only come when the turkey's tryptophan in November? Lord knows I wait until that month to turn on the heat. In the meantime, there's blankets. They will suffice. 

Enjoy your Tuesday.