I must admit that I've been a little lost the last few weeks. I teach students and then go to school. Wake up early, go to bed not nearly early enough. Three days a week I start before eight and finish over twelve hours later. A continual pattern of physical and emotional exhaustion. There are so few things that I am connected to.
It has finally cooled off enough to finish replacing our sprinkler system. There is something inherently fulfilling about digging around in the dirt, fixing things, doing manual labor, and being able to say it's done. I probably should have chosen a career involving dirt. It grounds me and makes the world just a little bit clearer.
