Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Getting it done: a letter.

Dear the middle of the night:

--or more precisely, 2:30 a.m., which I know precisely because I checked. I checked my cell phone when I awoke because my head was hot and maybe I felt my cold having a small insurgency in the skirmishes of the night. I guess that's what they are. I know I felt I was fighting something.

So one more DayQuil, a swig of water, a settling of covers, a small storm of thoughts. I thought: at least I can spend the morning at home. I thought, I only have one class, I can get it together for that. I thought, If I'm actually sick, why not stay home? And that last was the thought that I tied around my finger to remember in the morning, when I awoke again at seven. It was not exactly a reprise of the dark hours, but it was a variation on a theme: one more DayQuil, a swig of water, a storm of thoughts--and I was up.

Middle of the night, it was precisely there, in your 2:30 a.m., that I came to my senses. If I'm sick, why not stay home? I clung to this sensible thought as if I were in a fever and the thought were the promise of water. So I sent an e-mail to the class and to my chair, and settled in.

And even though I had awoken in you, the middle of the night, the 2:30 a.m. locus of my ill epiphany, I had a day that looked like an exemplary page from a Covey planner:
  • graded a discussion.
  • conversed via e-mail with students.
  • brokered a tentative agreement in an e-mail with a colleague.
  • narrated and captioned four short instructional videos.
  • ate soup for lunch. (soup is always exemplary, in my opinion.)
Because of my sick, ergo stay home day, I believe I am on the mend, the middle of the night, though I may yet greet you a few hours hence. Even so, you shall not fell me.

be it so resolved,



  1. How much do I enjoy your open letters? To a fare-thee-well.

  2. Such sensible thinking in the middle of the night! Mostly I spend my middle-of-the-nights remembering all the stupid things I said. In the seventh grade. SO PRODUCTIVE!

  3. Agreed -- soup is always exemplary. So let it be written, so let it be done . . . or something like that.

    May a sleepful night be yours!



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