7.583. Reflections on a Thursday Morning

I am sick.

I don’t really respond well to the condition. It causes me to lay in bed and not be very productive and often comes as a result of me trying to be overly productive while not taking good care of myself in spite of the hard work of the Lady Talis to make sure I do take good care of myself. She ought to be mad, but love turns anger into sympathy. Unfortunately, it does little to solve the problem of illness and of me operating at less than 40% capacity. I am trying to get to a place where I can function. I need to. There are exactly 74 essays left to be graded along with more journals and novel excerpts and outlines and a host of other assignments I need to be getting to. This is not to mention the 8 classes I need to prepare for January, the novel needing editing, the Adventure book that comes due on the 15th of this month, and so on. I ain’t got time to be sick.

I suppose I ought to make time to heal. If I don’t this is going to spiral into something far worse and I certainly do not have time to deal with that nonsense. I need to allow myself this day to get right and get back in focus and on track.

7.582. Waiver Wednesday

Check the news and you’ll hear nothing but dispair. Check the sports news and—crap. Same thing. Unless you’re a Mets and Yankees fan that is. The Mets are through to the NLCS. The Yanks are up 2-1 on the Royals, moving us one step closer to a subway series. The last subway series was in 2000–the first of its kind since ’56 when the they met previously. So this occurrence is a rare one. I love that we are close to the possibility of it happening again.

In Football news the NCAA has done away with the National Letter of Intent. I am not completely sure what that means yet or how it impacts the last of my name who will be looking for a scholarship and a roster spot in two years time. It is making me think long and hard about getting him to a new school–one where he can be seen by scouts.

His big bro didn’t have a lot of chances to be sen by scouts and wound up at a D1 FCS school where he’s beginning to make a name for himself. He and another freshman are logging good minutes at the CB position. I cannot stress how difficult it is to reach that level and how proud I am of him as a result. Still he wants more. he wants to play and grow and I respect that. He needs to decide what that means for this season. A lot of changes are happening in the NCAA. Does he take a redshirt year–even if they intend to do away with the practice?

I have yet to talk about fantasy. It is not going well. Eventually I will tell that sad tale.