Back in Dallas and enjoying the summer sun and my complex's pool. Maybe a bad idea when it comes to skin cancer? I tell myself it's okay because I wear all kinds of sunscreen in the process.
The first half of the summer (note: you have no idea how much it pains me that the first half is already gone) I let myself do mainly wedding projects and sit around with the family. Now that I'm back, I'm feeling a real need to get my ish together (as previously mentioned) before school starts again.
Because if there's one thing I've been woefully ambiguous about on this blog it's been how my first year of teaching completely handed me my you know what. Right? I mean, I barely even mentioned it. (Except, I guess, when I mentioned it this time, this other time, that time, and probably a few dozen or so other instances.)
The thing is, since I've been back, my brain feels like it's covered in some viscous fog. When I saw the poet walk into the airport to pick me up, my brain had one of those maladjusted moments where I literally questioned if he was real (and not in a Nicholas Sparks kind of way, either).
I know I ought to be getting things done, but every day since I've been back is the exact same. Waking up late. Being hungry and not eating because I still haven't gone to the grocery store to get food. Sitting by the pool. Showering. Hanging out with the poet.
My house is hot because, did you know?, Texas is a furnace. My brain and hands are laboriously idle. I'd like to get in a car and just drive, you know? Bruce Springsteen style.
I feel like these aren't good signs.
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