I'm beat this evening. Tonight, I was going to grade some papers. Clean the bathroom. Now, I barely have enough energy to watch an episode of Stranger Things 2.
I'm feeling a little melancholy at the moment. Perhaps because of the gray light or the wintry weather. Shorter days and longer nights.
Saint Marty needs a nap. A long one.
The Uses of Sorrow
by: Mary Oliver
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
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