This is perhaps the existential fact of my existence.
There is no time at which
I should not be grading.
If I am sleeping, it's possible
that I should be grading.
Eating dinner, taking a shower, reading a book:
should be grading,
and why am I not?
I am, instead, blogging. And contemplating
why my hand hurts a little bit.
Thinking about cleaning the screen
of my phone. Possible shopping online.
Considering what I might make for dinner,
and whether tonight will be the night
that I do a little cleaning and straightening
before I collapse like a heap of sad,
devoid-of-willpower sack of laundry onto the bed,
where I will watch more episodes of Veronica Mars.
Also, come to think of it,
thinking about Veronica Mars.
I should also take a brisk walk around the campus.
I have a full slate of appointments with students in the Learning Commons-stroke-Dungeon, which has suddenly become porous with last minute cancellations. I have, as it turns out, forty unscheduled minutes to take this brisk walk (once I have finished blogging).
I am, instead, blogging. And thinking about where I will stash
my techno-stuff, and about whether, maybe, I should be grading?
Also, how does eating the orange I have in my bag
fit into this plan of walking?