I made homemade chicken pot pie instead of working on my syllabus. That is just how dedicated to procrastination I am.
School starts this week, and I feel pretty good about what I have planned for the first day. Ask me about the semester, and I will have to respond with a blank and slightly apologetic stare.
Friends are good, kid is good(ish), work (will be) is good, and so is everything else. Reading books, watching shows, living outside the bubble for a change. Looking for a Memphis crib and a school for Nathan occupies the not-busy-writing-a-syllabus time.
Somedays I still feel like whistling past the cemetery in order to ward off the evil that I just know is lurking around every corner. The paranoia is not where it was, and that is the best of all the good that has come my way lately.
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