I had all of four readers for my last post, which means I can say ANYTHING I WANT without fear, depending on who those four are. A moment ago, I started blogging–about my empty nest, about the dog taking advantage of me–and I thought, that sounds familiar. My last blog post started that way. Clearly I have nothing new to add. I’m glad I stopped before I humiliated myself in front of my four readers.
But the empty nest and my head to myself has done strange things to me. I thought for a minute there I wanted a puppy. Then I was walking through the toy isle at Meijer, and thought maybe I wanted grandchildren. Then a stuffed dog started barking at me and scared the piss out of me.
Teaching duties overwhelm me, but have a moment of reprieve before all hell breaks loose with end of the semester conferences and grading. Then it’s time to hurry up and have Christmas before it all starts again. Then it’ll all be over before you know it, and the long beautiful summer will return. Time is speeding by so fast, that I feel I need to hurry up and live before it’s all over. I’m just not entirely sure how to do that.
