Days Threaten to Blur Together

Articulating the ways that any given day is distinct from all the other days like it is to gloss over the massive overall impression of the day itself since so very much of any given day is given to the same exact things that happen every other day.

So: aside from Jaelyn still having a twinge of a sore throat, Lynn making a last-ditch effort to find a new PhD class by racing up to Kent after school, Aaron covering baby-sitting in the eleventh hour, but forgetting to turn on the BAKE knob on the oven, meaning that the very-moist-organic chicken was only BARELY done in time for me to race Jaelyn and Addison back to Malone where Jaelyn could meet with her math tutor as Addison and I played racing games at LEGO.COM,

aside from those small divergences -- it was all the same stuff: teaching classes, advising advisees, responding to desperate pleas for letters of recommendation, attending senate meetings, reading on elliptical machines, deep breathing the prayer: "Thine, only." as I minivan back and forth on Cleveland Avenue (over and over again) desperately trying to forgive and let go and be.