This post is a first for me. I have never brought my laptop to my campus office and blogged before. However, I have such a busy evening ahead of me, I thought I would make use of my office hour and type my second message in a cyber-bottle today.
It has been a busy day, and it just keeps getting busier. I didn't get a break at the medical office I work in. Right now, this moment, is the only chance I will get to take a breath and relax. After I teach, I have church meetings to attend and chair. I probably won't get home for good, with my feet on the couch, until about 8:30 this evening (if I'm lucky). I don't mind being busy, but, after this weekend of busyness, I'm still a little beat.
The day seems to reflect my physical state. It's cold and rainy. At the moment, it's pouring outside my office window. I have a view of a grassy hill, and there are no undergrads tromping down the slope with Everest-worthy backpacks slung over their shoulders. Nope, just umbrellas and a lot of them. I would take a picture with my iPad to post, but I haven't set up my iPad to work with the university network yet. Therefore this paragraph of description will have to be this post's image. Imagine it: grey sky, rain, green grass, soggy students, and lots of parked cars. That's my view.
Saint Marty has to run. Time to teach.
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Monday, September 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
July 16: End and Beginning
I'm at the end of one period of my working day, ready to launch into another.
The work at the office was unending. Phone calls. Schedulings. More phone calls. Faxes (yes, we still get faxes). More schedulings. I barely kept ahead of everything. I finally stopped for lunch around 2 p.m. In the time I took to eat a chicken sandwich, another pile of work showed up for me. I prefer my Mondays to be a little more sedate, easing me into the work week. This day was like a sharp blow to my temple with a hammer.
Now the second part of my day begins: church meetings. Really, all I want to do is crawl into a big glass of...water when I get home and call it a night. That won't be happening. I'll be lucky if I'm home by nine o'clock this evening. I'm really beat. I hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of a meeting. That would be bad.
I had every intention of working on a new poem today. Didn't happen. I was also going to order my textbooks for the fall semester. Didn't happen, either. I had a lot of intentions today. None of them are going to come to pass.
Saint Marty will be lucky if he remembers to brush his teeth before he goes to bed.
The work at the office was unending. Phone calls. Schedulings. More phone calls. Faxes (yes, we still get faxes). More schedulings. I barely kept ahead of everything. I finally stopped for lunch around 2 p.m. In the time I took to eat a chicken sandwich, another pile of work showed up for me. I prefer my Mondays to be a little more sedate, easing me into the work week. This day was like a sharp blow to my temple with a hammer.
Now the second part of my day begins: church meetings. Really, all I want to do is crawl into a big glass of...water when I get home and call it a night. That won't be happening. I'll be lucky if I'm home by nine o'clock this evening. I'm really beat. I hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of a meeting. That would be bad.
I had every intention of working on a new poem today. Didn't happen. I was also going to order my textbooks for the fall semester. Didn't happen, either. I had a lot of intentions today. None of them are going to come to pass.
Saint Marty will be lucky if he remembers to brush his teeth before he goes to bed.
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