I’m in the rocking chair, all lights off except for the…what in the hell is it called…full spectrum light. My memory is fading lately. I’m not sure why. Yesterday afternoon I ran into one of my former students at Target and for the goddamn life of me I couldn’t remember her last name. The name just won’t pop in my head. Kempfer! There it is. Ok, maybe my memory isn’t so bad.

Today was another long day in a long week. Student issues, assessment class, assessment interviews, and student teaching seminar left me with all of fifteen minutes between 7:30AM and near 4PM. I also called a donor from the car this morning, thinking he lived in Florida, and discovered he lived in California. So…guess I called him about 5:30 his time. Sorry, sir. Days like this are few and far between, thank god, but they still wear me out. I’m skipping a noon meeting tomorrow to clean up my office, grade papers, and set myself up for a good weekend. The temps are supposed to rise into the fifties. I hope the sun comes out. I’m looking forward to sitting in the sun on the deck.

Shadow is sleeping under the full spectrum light. She’s beautiful. If I could find the camera I’d take her picture.

Not much to write tonight. I have a poem ready for Saturday. Yesterday I rented “Sweeney Todd” and I still have “Through the Glass Darkly” to finish. The onset of spring jostles my reading and viewing habits but in a good way. More later. Good night.