I'm crazy busy. Went up to Victoria to see my parents, ever so briefly, last weekend. While Jim and I made this a four-day weekend by taking Friday off, it has been busy with writing, Clarion West prep, preparing for my last teaching session on Tuesday afternoon, etc.
Basically, I've got a lot going on. Some of it just in my head.
While I've loved teaching again, I've realized that it may be the one job too many. I often feel like I'm torn in many directions and this is one more. I have my day job at the UW, Clarion West, my writing (which I can subdivide into fiction and poetry, or subdivide into the actual writing and the work around the writing like grant applications and submissions) and then the teaching.
The students have been asking if I'll do it again, as has the colleague who involved me in this in the first place. I'm not saying never, but next year's book is a trio of lectures by Richard Feynman, and I can't imagine myself using that as a text. So, we'll see.
In the meantime, on with the last week of classes. Then exam week. Then break week. Then for the next six weeks I'm down to just two jobs: Clarion West and writing. Writing writing writing.
For my listening, reading, and writing updates, see Les Semaines.