The bad news is that this involves getting up at 4:00, or 4:15, or 4:30...three days a week.
If you would have told me over the summer that this would be my plan, I would have laughed in your face. I have no idea if this is sustainable, but here's the thing: the semester is already as hard as it's going to get. It's not like it's going to get harder. So, if I can do it now, I can do it in September and October and November. Etc.
Meanwhile, at 2:00 every afternoon, this is all I want to do:
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| Sidenote: G said, "Do you know that you frown in your sleep?" I said, "I have no idea why! That's when I'm happiest!" |
Or eat all of this:
The really sad news is that I woke up at 4:00 this morning. Um, on a Saturday. That's like, against my religion and general philosophy of life. I graded the rest of the "job" papers, finished stuff for a Woolf presentation this week, started Uncle Tom's Cabin, met the Terminix man to take care of some wasps around the house, cleaned the house, aerated my flowers, did All The Laundry, and then took a 3-hour nap. Despite the nap, I'll still be in bed by 9:00, mark my words. All the DDP in the world will not keep me awake much longer.
Books lately:
Flush by Virginia Woolf (<-- phenomenal. I'm going to love this class every bit as much as the Jane Austen one. If not more.) Read this immediately. It is a biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Cocker Spaniel.
A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf (<--for the third time. I get more and more out of it. Read it immediately.)
The Coquette by Hannah Foster (<--one of the three earliest American books. It's just meh but whatevs.)
Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriett Beecher Stowe (<--have never read this before. In the middle of it now. I'm just glad not to be reading Moby Dick.)
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| Stop reading on the floor, Mom. It's irritating. |
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| Ok, I'll move up to my spot so I can judge you from a distance. |
However, I've gotten G hooked on reading The Martian (go read it immediately), so as I'm slogging through homework, he's sighing and laughing and wheezing and generally having an enjoyable panic attack. Man, I can't wait to see the movie!
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Me: "I think I'm going to put up the fall decorations next weekend. It will be September, you know."
G: "Or. You could wait until the temperature is out of the nineties. Just an idea."
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I *almost* ran into a man on my bike this week. And by "almost," I mean that we actually made contact but I had already braked almost to a stop and tried not to fall over. In my defense, he was extremely high. As I was getting close to him, he was weaving all over the place and I was going, "Excuse me. Excuse me! EXCUSE ME! ACKKKKKKKKK!"
He didn't even react when we collided and I had to pick myself up, get readjusted (remember: box turtle on a bike) and heave myself back into motion. I was breathing too hard to say anything and he was all, "Ummm? ... Dude? ... People should like, be careful on bikes." I was like, "Next time I'm not going to slow down! I'm gonna cream your a$$!" Ok, not really, but kind of, yeah.
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Ok, must go back to reading. My blood pressure is still not low enough to blog about selling the house. But one of these days.
Enjoy the weekend, peeps!
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