Processing this Moment in Time, Thankful to my National Writing Project Family, LOVING the MacBook Pro Gifting the Work I Do, and Praying (for What it is Worth)

And, it's a Tuesday.

I know I was well past a 14-hour day when I realized, "Dang, Crandall. I hope what you're doing actually matters in the grand-scheme of things." As anticipated with a Sunday work-fest, my Monday was spent grading, collaborating, tuning, processing, and dreaming. It's the point of the semester where I simply throw my arms up to the Great Whatever. 

I'm feeling confident about collaborative writing projects (love me some Susan James and Jessica Early), hopeful about what tomorrow might bring (hello, Abu. You better hear everything I said), and happy about graduate work coming in. 

I'm also thankful to the lights of skimpy, albeit it practical Christmas tree (and for me, it brings forward memories I love). I wrote to Chitunga simply to say, "Our worlds differ, son. But for this moment, academics everywhere are hoping for the best. It's what we do. I will be there for you during tax season."

And I suppose this is a day of holding breaths. I have a full day of finalizing graduate courses, all the while I am thinking of many I care for, worry about, and have on my mind. Life is always heavy; it might be a heavier contemplation given where we are globally right now. Many are on my mind. 

Ah, but for today, I've got items in queue for meeting discussions, graduate work ready to address, and a final class to teach. As I type this morning, I also have the smell of tonight's gift for so many who worked so hard (and a special gift for a colleague who has become a new neighbor). 

Okay, Tuesday. I see you, and I'm on it. 

And I'm being honest here. The new MacBook Pro given to me by the University makes everything easier. I love the keyboard, the ways it guides those of us who live online, and the design. Very grateful and thankful, today, for such a machine.