I'm Not Giving The Finger on the Last Day of March. Was Just Excited That My Morning Bread Could Become a Mask Before I Made Toast

The morning bread was definitely a highlight of my Sunday. It was 7 a.m. and I was humored by the holes that could easily be made into a mask. I felt like I was preparing for the ball like Romeo & Juliet. Definitely have Mercutio tendencies, as the insanity of the universe presents what it does as it does, but then we have to move on. 

Although I prepped food for the week and did walk the dog, the majority of the day as on my laptop grading, preparing for two classes, and getting ready for a keynote at the arts high school of Hartford early on Tuesday morning...an opportunity allowing me to reflect on 30 years of classroom work promoting youth voices.

I admit, however, I'm exhausted. Too much screen time has made me dizzy and I have a million other items still needing my attention. I did as much as I could before I grew cross-eyed and needed to step away. I could feel myself getting dizzy from all the thinking.

This is Monday morning, and for the last two weeks every day has felt like a Monday. I imagine many of us are feeling this way right now. I have two 14-hour days ahead, and I find humor where I can, hoping to maintain composure, purpose, and integrity. 

I love what I do, but sometimes I question the fact that there is limited time to breathe, process, and reflect. I know those days will come, but right now I'm in the absolute grind of it all. I guess I should count my blessings that I was smart enough to cook ahead, and I have meals prepped for the long-#$$ days that are called upon me. 

This too shall pass. It always does. 

I anticipated it would go out as a lion because it came in as a lamb. No snow, but boy was it cold yesterday. At least we're not threatened by tornadoes. That would call for me to be even more alert.

Here's to the week. We got this.