Snow is falling. Again. It's supposed to be cold as a witch's teat in a brass bra. Again. Roads will be hazardous. Again. The semester is about to begin. Again.
Today's photo is one I "borrowed" from our local tv channel's web site. It's of the pier out at Holland, a few miles west of here on Lake Michigan. Someone else took it. I just thought it was cool. Literally and figuratively.
People misuse the word "literally" all the time. They'll say something like "He was literally ten feet tall!" And of course, they mean "figuratively speaking."
I'm feeling uneasy, and I don't know why. Too much coffee? Nah. There's no such thing as too much coffee. It's probably more that I need to finish my syllabi today. And that I've got to drive up to Big Rapids either later today or early tomorrow for two meetings. And that I need to buckle down and get prepped for my first week of school. And that I have a doctor's appointment in a week, and I can't remember if I'm supposed to have blood work done for it beforehand or not.
For someone who owns as many calendars and day planners as I do, I'm remarkably disorganized. I've been having touches of the aphasia that plagued me after the blood clot in 1997. I can't remember simple nouns. I'll hold the object in my hand, and the word for it won't come to me. It really worried my husband when I came to him with a coaster in my hand, and I asked him, "What is this called? I know it isn't a cup holder, but that's the only term that jumps into my mind." Now he probably knows why I don't introduce him to more people.
There's a huge crime spree going on in the area. Home break-ins. I do worry about our house. While I'm gone during the week, I think my Esteemed One should have on lights and music or something. I worry that he'll come home from teaching and find that our back sliding door has been smashed in and our valuables taken. We don't have many, but I'd like to keep what we have. More importantly, I don't want him to be hurt. He is truly the best person I know. He has to be. No one else would put up with me, right?
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