A Post In Which A Normal Day Becomes Frightened by An Abstract Inquiry.

Since it was the first day in a long time where no immediate heavy deadline hovered suspended like sharp edged guillotine over my head, I hosted book discussions in my classes, met with diligent students, made some baked macaroni and spent the evening at the soccer fields in idyllic golden light.

What if every second sentence summarized the BIG thoughts and ideas that wound through my days (?), but then again, what if such a practice made me realize that I've grown so dull that BIG questions and ideas no longer weave my life together?

(shudder)