"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Tuesday, August 31, 2021
Still working on the rhythm...
Monday, August 30, 2021
"Right on Time," version 2
Sunday, August 29, 2021
French toast...
Brandi!
Friday, August 27, 2021
One week down...
Thursday, August 26, 2021
Finding the TR rhythm...
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
Absent presence
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
Bing
Monday, August 23, 2021
First day...
Sunday, August 22, 2021
Almost here...
Saturday, August 21, 2021
Reservation Dogs
21 August 2021: Continuing to use TV as a distraction from thinking about other stuff. Started The Chair today and it's pretty good, but I needed something funnier, so I started Reservation Dogs. It's hitting the spot.
Friday, August 20, 2021
Tearing up in the mail room...
Thursday, August 19, 2021
I Think You Should Leave as anxiety relief?
19 August 2021: Not sure what it means, but these days nothing relaxes me more at night (esp. right before I go to bed) than re-watching I Think You Should Leave. Currently cracking up again at the Dan Flashes sketch.
Wednesday, August 18, 2021
Evvie Drake Starts Over
Tuesday, August 17, 2021
Free Guy
Monday, August 16, 2021
"if Sunday was a month"
16 August 2021: Saw a tweet today that said "August is like if Sunday was a month," and boy, am I feeling that this year. Today was a particularly listless day for me--a lot to do--like so much, in fact, but nothing immediately pressing. So I just sort of puttered away and didn't get much done and felt weird and bad about it. But tomorrow should be better.
I did meet our four new faculty members today (in my role as Senate President) and that was pretty cool.
Sunday, August 15, 2021
Home again...
Up to NY...
Thursday, August 12, 2021
44
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Some relief...
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
"Sunset"
Monday, August 9, 2021
The Road to Middlemarch
Sunday, August 8, 2021
Sunday reading...
8 August 2021: "Middlemarch demands that we enter into the perspective of the other struggling, erring humans--and recognize that we, too, will sometimes be struggling, and may sometimes be erring, even when we are at our most arrogant and confident. And this is why every time I go back to the novel I feel that--while I might live in a century without knowing as much as just a handful of its pages suggest--I may hope to be enlarged by each revisiting. Only a child believes a grown-up has stopped growing." --Rebecca Mead, The Road to Middlemarch
Lots of time for eclectic reading today: three issues of Entertainment Weekly, today's Washington Post, a big chunk of Her Body and Other Parties, and another big chunk of The Road to Middlemarch. I think Mead's book is the text that has soothed me most on a kind of anxious day. And what she says above sums up what makes me love the novel, too.
Saturday, August 7, 2021
Looks very natural...
Friday, August 6, 2021
Even more backsliding...
Thursday, August 5, 2021
Backsliding
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
Contract coming...
Tuesday, August 3, 2021
"I Still Miss Someone"
3 August 2021: Just a bit angsty today, but can't complain too much, I guess...
Monday, August 2, 2021
Another submission...
Sunday, August 1, 2021
The Sunday Special?
1 August 2021: What is it about Sundays that they make me get in my head so much--and not in a good way? On the other hand, most of the day has been kind of nice: stayed in bed until 8, took a long walk, did some light cleaning, read the paper, and watched feel-good TV the rest of the day. Got to focus on the good stuff.