It's the end of the semester and I'm insanely busy these days. I'm up at 6:30 AM and I don't get home until about 10PM most days.
I actually like my work. I like my colleagues and my students. There's just so damn much of it.
I really miss my studio and my art work, and I won't be able to touch it until June. After that, I've got about 3 weeks off before teaching summer school. So that's 3 weeks to do a year's worth of work in. I'll probably get one picture finished and another started in that time, and that will be it for 2010.
And when I'm not commuting, teaching, administrating, etc., I'm tired. I'm mentally better able to handle the workload at my age (the 30 year old me would have panicked), but at 52, I'm starting to feel my knee joints and crave mid-day naps. Age and asthma make my voice go in and out after the second class of the day.
Thank God for this blog thingy. It's become a very necessary outlet for me. All the others are unavailable to me these days.
So, until I can post something more substantial, you can ogle flavor-of-the-month Kellan Lutz. Lovely, isn't he?
Complaining is good for you. In dear old Texas, we were supposed to bear everything silently with manly stoicism. Whining was for girly boys. After awhile, we'd start developing nervous ticks. And then finally we'd crack and take out a Luby's or a Seven Eleven with a Glock while yelling "This is what Bell County did to me!!"
This sort of thing does not happen in New York where complaining is a way of life.
Kvetching is healthy.
So I'm kvetching.