Back to Life

So, I’m back from fall break and feeling the burn. I had a wonderful time in Edmonton with my gf, but it’s time to get back to the grind.  It’s hard. One of my academic soul sisters told told me a couple of years ago that it takes about five days to find your rhythm again after a break from the quotidian. Being the taskmaster that I am, I soundly rejected that idea, thinking I only needed a good night’s sleep and my list of things to do to get back on track.  Weeeelllll, that’s not quite how it works, at least not anymore. In other words, she was right.

While I don’t need five whole days to get myself together after a break, (and by break I mean more than three days off in a row from my regular crazy busy schedule), I do need at least two. I need one whole day just to get my body right from driving or flying, both of which now take a toll on me that I didn’t experience in years past.  I need another day to get my house in order, ’cause I don’t know about y’all, but I need my space to be just so before the magic can happen.  And by “just so” I don’t mean perfect, I just mean I need clean underwear and coffee; i.e., laundry and grocery shopping.

So, now the real craziness begins: I’m on the job market, trying to finish the diss, teaching, chairing one committee and serving on two others, as well as presenting at NWSA and participating in their WoC Leadership Program this year. Oh yeah, and my kid is GRADUATING FROM COLLEGE IN DECEMBER. Yeah, ALL that.  Even though I can’t afford to take too long to ease back into this semester, I have taken this afternoon regroup and map out my plan to get everything done for the next few weeks.

Sooo, back to life for me, and here’s a little aural inspiration to get this work party started:

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Adventures in Preliminary Exam Reading

Yesterday, Native Son. Today,  Giovanni’s Room.

I have to be honest with you, I’m not sure if there are any “happy” texts on my 20th Century American lit list. I guess I’ll have to wait until I get to my focus list, Black Feminist Thought/Black Lesbian Studies, (haven’t thought of a sexy title yet, but I will!)  to read something that makes me smile.

Tomorrow: Ann Petry’s The Street