third base, baby!

Hi. Has it really been more than a week?

Guess it has. Well, it's about time I wrote up here, though it's not like I haven’t written anything this whole while. I’ve got three letters and more than 2 draft e-mails started in my notebook. I may never get these things into the hands they’re addressed to, of course; but it’s the thought. Perhaps.

But, in fact, the thought doesn’t always cut it--especially when the thought = our intentions to do something + our expectation that we will be unable or unresponsive toward our intentions.

Been catching myself on the Diabetes Forecast Magazine website a few times this week, wanting to get things back on track with regards the ol' diabetes. Also been finding myself entranced by the blogs of other people--some friends, some acquaintances--and fighting some envy, "grass is greener" syndrome. Trying to enjoy the little things around here.

I celebrated the last day of classes with two of my sections today. Actually, the last day of classes is officially on Wednesday, but most of my students have brilliant attendance records and I told them that they don’t have to come on Wednesday if they don’t want to… I’ll be there alone, but only for a short while if no one does show. I could have a secret party on my own, I s'pose.

One of my classes (which doesn’t meet on Tuesday or Wednesday, and is therefore officially through) told me that they love me today. I gave them each a piece of chocolate, because I love them back and chocolate is the sign of love.

I’m in the process of typing and retyping things—letters, old scribbles from my notebook, drafts of poems, new drafts of letters. The topic of letters and correspondence seems to be coming up quite a bit for me lately. I’m taking that as some kind of signal that maybe I should write a piece—an essay? a something?—on letters.

Paul wrote some nice letters, huh.

Well, yeah.

Guess that’s that. Three sets of papers down, three more to go… and then the finals.

You're in my thoughts and prayers. Missing you.