I confess I am very weary. I miss my sleep. I miss the falling into nothingness followed by a morning wakefulness with nothing particular to do. I wake these days and immediately search in my head for my responsibilities. Today I must teach. And yet I am dog-tired. Can I find the energy? Yes. I always do. I want to facilitate their learning, their endeavours. I care about this but I am spent. Is there more at the very bottom of me to find? Yes. Always.
It pissed down this morning. Shall I or shan’t I walk? I did.
