hung over

Blech. I might be getting too old to have fun. Or maybe just too old to drink. To excess.

I'm no good for anything right now except watching Sunday Morning. That show makes me cry and laugh every time. Even when I've got a hangover.

God bless the people who risk their lives to tell the stories we need. God bless Gloria Steinem.

I'm incapable of reading the paper. I might have to call in for back up today.

Here's something I'll be chewing on for a while: I heard through the grapevine that my treasured students hope I leave this place. They think I could and should be doing more, doing better.

It's amazing how to teach is to be taught. Always.