1. at laundromat on Friday afternoon, sitting in chair, pondering the weight of my arms and head, vaguely resenting the smell of yon bathroom.

2. now that I have too much to do, the week has shrunk, and shrunk, and shrunk again.

3. I have gotten good feedback on poems in my Monday night workshop, and have kept my head above water in my two lit classes.

4. working in the Writing Center is becoming less like a foreign country, and my TA responsibilities remain the most overwhelming of all.

5. I have to hand myself patience on the backs of my hands.  today when I walked home from the bus stop the sun flew through the sidestreet thickets with secrets and an affection for my skin, my arms, my head.

6. pretty soon things will be manageable.