1. spiffing up some curriculum
2. unfathomable extents of grading
3. a bit of writing
That list doesn't sound so bad, except for the 'unfathomable extents' portion. It has dimension, depth, and incompletion. The grading is the big silent accusatory hulk in the corner of my preparations to leave.
"Don't worry about finishing things," a friend advised me, when I said I was worried about finishing things before I left. "Just don't."
Okay. I think I'll do that.
But in the meantime, while I should be grading, I have also
- made reservations for hotels in Dublin and Sligo
- begun well-embroidered dreaming about what we might do whilst there:
|Garavogue River, in Sligo Town|
|on inishmurray island|
|toward inishmurray island|
And that's really better, honestly, than freaking out about the things I have to do on my short and yet nonetheless daunting list.
Ergo, a poem.