I’m not quite sure how it has happened, but I have a few minutes to myself this afternoon… dinner is over, I don’t need to be working towards any one thing for tomorrow, I’m an hour-and-a-half away from the next reading, and I’m just chilling in the kitchen of the dorm with Kevin (who IS busily preparing for tomorrow– his workshop is larger than mine and will go an extra day).

The past two days have been hectic as it is, and the addition of some external stress (not located here at WWC) made yesterday just a miserable, dour day. I walked around feeling great weight, my shoulders and arms ached, my teeth were gritting. I was unable to enjoy my dinner off-campus with my SuperGroup (love that name) because I was so weighted down. Thankfully, the external stress is resolved, and while my muscles still ache, my heart feels lighter. (The video mentioned in yesterday’s entry also contributed to the lightness, as did a warm Budweiser on the Schaefer C porch with Tom and Sara.)

I woke up today and was drenched when I got to the dining hall for breakfast– it has been pouring down for much of the day, interspersed with these hopeful ten-minute sunshine breaks. I was still tired as I was eating, and I didn’t have a bookshop, so I came back to the dorm to work, which turned into an inadvertant nap. I’ll take that as a sign that the body needed the sleep, though, and I don’t feel bad. So, what felt like only 20 minutes later for me, I was headed back up to the dining hall for lunch.

Great Martha Rhodes discussion class, though I do think it’s worth noting that not all older women who carry a tissue empty their purses at the end of the day and replace the tissue. And that’s what creeped me out so much about “Boil.” (For those not in attendance, I will refer you to the author later… I don’t know it right now, but it might be Pat Mangan.)

Sara and I were workshopped today, with Heather and C. Dale stepping in for some faculty action. It was a light-hearted and lively discussion, with Heather happily dispensing advice in the most wild directions.

Skeletor, the human skeleton, has picked up several other nicknames from other folks, and continue to be a hot topic of conversation. She seems to be the only person worth gossiping about in this group. The lack of a rumor mill has really forced us to talk about the important things: craft, stylistic intent, who bought the beer, and can I have one.