Nickel Cadmium

Ph. had his first lacrosse practice this afternoon.  I don’t know what
to think of it; seems like the past several weeks have left me in such a haze
that I can barely keep up.  We squeezed in a brief trip to Dick’s sporting
goods on Saturday to pick up the last few items–mouth piece, padded gloves and
so on.    And he’s fourteen now.  Fourteen?  He and D.
both had birthdays this month.  More than a week after returning from San
Francisco, I’m finally settling back into normal sleep habits.  And,
nonetheless, my eyes are constantly fogged from fatigue.  Used up most of
today staying inside from the non-stop rain, writing a five-page essay on
emergence, sociality and cognition for a class I have tomorrow, and finishing up
some required reading due later in the week.  D. and I were supposed to
catch up for a trip to the bank, but she got waylaid at work, intercepted long
enough that we decided to hold over until Wednesday.  She has a class on
Monday nights; just got notice that she’s fully admitted in the program for
early childhood literacy at SU–a promising turn since switching ed.
certifications from Missouri to New York has been nothing short of complicated. 
And so without the car, Ph. and I walked to Westcott for General Tso’s tofu, two
egg rolls and a two liter of Faygo Red Pop.  I’d cook, but the restaurant
is just two blocks away, and so I figure why not?  Plus, gotta get out of
the house now and then.

And I heard from the folks at Johns Hopkins to confirm my travel schedule to
Albuquerque for three days in mid-June.  That means I should get back in
the gym and test out my stiff-weak ankle, work it back into good enough shape
that I won’t be embarrassed in ten weeks.  And there’s a CFP due this week,
and an hour and forty-five minute gig in Albany coming up in two weeks. 
It’s the time of year when I could use a new battery pack–a shot of juice to
pull through the last five weeks of the semester, the school year.  But no,
it’s nothing much revelatory, nothing I’m alone in feeling (on a rainy Monday in
Syracuse, late March), and nothing I can’t overcome just by plodding along on
momentum.