I didn't write much at all last week. That bothers me. The muse ran through me with visciousness for two weeks and instead of pushing it further I let it go. Now I wait for it to make the round towards me again.

On Saturday I saw a glimpse of married life while stumbling through memories with Cheryl, absent two years from my life. Two years already. When she told me of her decision to committ two years of her life to the Peace Corps I thought it a tremendous sacrifice. Two years stretched out into this unimaginable time. Seeing her was bizzare. I don't want to think about it too much because I like the simpleness of merely a visit between old friends. It's funny. We get bonded to people out of habit and immediacy. We are close to those that share our daily lives, people from work, roommates, etc. I wonder if we'd share the same bonds with these people in different environments. The thing is, so many of these people are replaceable. There's nothing unique or special that these people give you though they play such important roles in our lives. I spend time with Cheryl and many of the routine things that I carry, worries, "to do's", aches, thrills, shrink in importance. I don't know if that means anything at all or it's just be randomly pontificating. Yeah.

Anyway, I struggled to do anything work related this weekend. I tried to grade tonight. I tried to make some back-up lesson plans but the motivation wasn't there. My mind was elsewhere so I quit. Another story is forming in my head. It's supposed to be funny. Dark, but funny. It's not ready yet though. The spark needs to come back to me for the week ahead of teaching. I wonder if that spark is related to the 3 cups of coffee I have every morning. Hmm...

This is going to be a long, solidly busy 4 day week. Blah. I'm feeling temporary all over again tonight.