Monday

I’m not ready for class tonight. I’m so tired. I want to go right to sleep. I know that being
in class will wake me up, though.

This is a different type of tired. When I got out of bed I didn’t know if I could do all the
things I needed to do, wanted to do. This is a pleased weariness of a day fulfilled.

I thought there was so much I would have to write, but I have written all day after the last few weeks when I would just write about writing.