I am in no way prepared to start classes on Monday morning. I had intended for this to be the year of utmost preparedness and yet here we are. It is entirely my fault. I got into Madden the day it came out and then spent a ton of time just nesting and bobbing in the pool. There should’ve been more time on task then in order to avoid the massive requirement for time on task over the next few days. Moreover, I am not alone in this. I am responsible to my partner who needs my input and is not getting nearly enough of it.
So, there’s that.
Beyond which I have to say I am feeling strange about this year. There is not that sense of impending doom or joy or really anything. I feel strange in my skin–almost removed from it like in a 3rd person game. I don’t really understand why it is this way, but it is this way. So, I continue to move through the fugue, appreciating the life I have come to have and the life I have left.
Part of that life is watching the Giants game in bed as my kids game only footsteps away. It is a part of my life that does bring me joy. There are other parts that explode with joy and I look forward to them continuing.