Today was the day to submit midterm grades. I'm not caught up on grading, so I could submit only guesstimates, really weak ones. I spent two days just "resting" and watching those damnably addicting home-decorating shoes. The less I do, the guiltier I feel, and then the more paralyzed I become. I just finished emailing a long apology to my advanced comp students, hoping that they won't totally write me off as the worst teacher in history. I was honest--I told them it was hard for me to teach them online because they didn't seem like real people to me.
Last night esteemed hubby and I sat on the porch and let the cool breeze waft over us. Sometimes I forget how rejuvenating and refreshing it is, just being outside, no computer or phone to bug us, just the slow creak of the rocking chairs on the porch boards. Well, that and the soft binging of the wind chimes. I can feel the tension and stress ooze out of my mind and shoulders as I rock and become "one" with Mother Nature. Perhaps rocking is a kind of prehistoric, primal experience--we probably have a sense of rocking inside our mothers' wombs. It certainly soothes and relaxes me.
In fact, maybe I'll take my lunch and sit on the porch with it. Then I'll get back to work, she told herself nobly. Dr. S.
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