My Ferris week officially ended yesterday after the comp committee meeting. Then I drove home and went out to lunch with my poor husband, who is still sick. I'm getting worried about him. Other than a little residual nasal congestion, I'm healthy. I followed the usual timeline for a cold: a week. Not him. He's still congested. His coughing seems worse. But of course, he won't go to the doctor.
The Japanese magnolia is blooming. The forsythia are explosions of gold. The lilacs are budding. It won't be long before the grass will need a trim. And yet, snow fell on me yesterday in Big Rapids. Just a dusting, a flurry. Just enough to dampen my soul a bit.
It's supposed to be a bad allergy season. Maybe my husband's illness is just a really nasty allergy attack. Or a cold + allergy attack?
I slept very heavily last night and had odd dreams. Even now, I feel tired. If I were to lie down, I'd fall asleep. Maybe that's just because I'm lazy and really don't want to grade papers, but grade papers is what I must do this weekend. Sigh. The summer break cannot come quickly enough. I love my students. I love teaching. But I've gotten so burned out on grading that if I hadn't taken this summer off, I'd have had to quit my job. And that would never do.
Even though my blog entries of late do not seem to reflect it, I'm eager to do some real writing this summer. I've got a short story idea in mind that I want to explore. It's rather in the Stephen King genre, but that kind of stuff sells.
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