I got up at 6 a.m. after a bad night of sleep.

I read my email.  My mother is selling my childhood home and purchasing a new home with my sister, brother in law, niece and nephew. More on this later.

I have students demanding grades before the end of of classes or even finals week.  Da noive!

I have students begging for A's (which really ticks me off - if you did not write at A level, you're not going to get an A!!).

I have a life y'know, and 80 students.  Be patient already!!

BUT

My husband cleaned the kitchen and did the windows and then cooked breakfast for me. (No, you may not borrow him.)

We went to Costco and laughed at people and dreamed of a pergola off the back of the house where the sun from the west could be somewhat tamed..

I gave the mechanic five hundred dollars as partial ransom for my Saturn.   I was assured that "she's got another fifty thousand miles on her."

I went to Borders and cashed in my gift card husband gave me for Christmas.  I purchased Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" which I have never read and a paperback edition of Hillary Clinton's Living History and a set of three little Moleskine blank journals.  Brown paper cover, unlined, plain paper.  Just the right size for my purse and not so large that they are daunting.  They will hold this summer's poems.