Still Just Grading, but...

The day is punctuated and enlivened by conversations with Lynn, the kids, Kerrie, Marcia, Kris, Scott & Christina; far away Angela goes into the hospital and then comes out, all very surreal and scarily distant. My mind spins in a million directions of what I'd rather do than grade: I dream of digital stories, I worry about my epiphany art, I invent new parenting strategies, I wrestle with rhetorical theory, I tweak storylines, I plan to abandon a blog, and every moment I push myself to grow up and return to this stack of paper before me: "this is my work for now - do the work that is mine," I urge my wandering mind.