The weirdest thing has happened. In my tiredness, I can barely bring myself to stand up at times. Grading is almost more than I can bear. But in the midst of this, I feel the urge to write. As my kids are watching a movie, I just want to sit here and pour out words onto the page. Not about anything in particular, just writing, thinking, sharing, being. I hate to finish a post, because then I feel like I should be done writing. Maybe this will spur me on to something different.
The other thing I've found energy for is reading my friend Leah's blog. She is a wonderful, engaging writer, and I feel almost transported as I read whatever she has to say for the day. Her last post about fall in Pennsylvania reminds me of childhood back East - with her - and makes me hunger for real fall. Falling, colorful leaves, comfort food and hot drinks, pumpkins, and days of sweatshirts and light jackets. Yes, please.
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