I can tell it's the end of the semester, because I'm going full speed and simply needing toothpicks to hold my eyes open and my body standing upright. Two more classes to teach this semester. Two more. It feels like teaching high school all over again...go, go, go.
But the poetry grounds me and I am thankful for it. Another cake came out of the oven last night. If it brings joy, then it's all good. Meanwhile, another news cycle rolls, history continues, and I'll take what ever privileges come my way and try to do good with them.
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