Drumline

On our walk yesterday, L and I chanced upon the drumline practicing for their big performance at the game. And eventhough we don't really follow college football, it was charmingly impressive.  

The plan was to shower and get into my jammies for the rest of the day in order to recover from the week that was week #1. 

And, I [drumroll] did.  

Mostly, anyway. 

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Saturday!!

Woke up this morning, peacefully, sans alarm, after slumbering with the three babies in the rumpus room. (I can spy the human baby on the landing.)

I had been waking up with dread and a ready-made headache in the early morning dark most days this week, so this was a welcome change of pace.







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Cocktails with Goats

That's what DD's invite promised and that's exactly what she delivered. Apparently, it was exactly what I needed at the end of a difficult first week back at work.

Daisy, Rosie, and Lily are master clowns and ace therapists.








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Too Much

Just when I think I can't anymore, I glimpse another joy, other possibilities, the beginning of hope...

















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Right

Is there something more purposeful to my stride when I'm on MSU campus on teaching days?

It feels like it.











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First Day

Start of term-time at Alma. I got in on time, did the usual things (the challenge about my name, helping people find odd affinities, class work, etc.)

My first day is fairly light, but I was so exhausted by the end of the day... as my colleagues remind me, this is a "reentry" after the sabbatical.






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Labor Day/Boss Day

We had no plans for Labor Day, so armed with a hardcore DSA poster, an excellent batch of biriyani, an ironic floral/pastel mug meant for someone's grandma, and all the baby sibs, (who address him as "Nana" in the one word of Telugu they do know), we made the trip up to Alma for At's Boss Day. I love my babies. The babies will save us.