Selling Sno-Cones at the Beach

I daresay I could write something here every day - my coz, who is really sick, has a blog on Caringbridge, and SHE has the discipline to write daily.

But I sort of get out of the habit, and then I think my next entry has to be GREAT to compensate, and there's no greater inhibitor to writing than that sort of pressure, and so you get the drift.

Here's what's up: I wrote an angry post about the state of health care in this country, prompted by the fact that my bro-in-law (who has no health insurance) has now had THREE surgeries and has been in the hospital for three weeks, with months of rehab to come. Then I felt the post was just too angry and incoherent, so I got up in the middle of the night and deleted it.

I wrote a new chapter of my dissertation over the winter break, and revised a couple of other chapters, but DID NOT FINISH THE DRAFT, which is a daily disappointment and reminder of my ineptitude. And now I'm caught up in the daily grind of writing (or rewriting) lecture notes, grading, preparing slide shows, and doing all the little bits of administrative work that constitute my day job.

But we do have my sister-in-law's cat to play with so that's fun. This is the cat that used to say "murp!" She meows now, no murps anymore, alas. It was fun watching her watch the avian wildlife out the window this morning.

And the squirrel population has been "relocated" out of our house, so my sleep is more normal. And the days are getting longer, so that's a mood elevator. I must begin soon to think about my garden and how I will maximize my biomass.

Posted by otto0114 at February 17, 2008 06:41 PM