Alive and sitting.

Last week was a big and crazy one; when we hit my birthday on Tuesday, it turned out that many people, one chief amongst them, had been planning and plotting, and I have photographs of my office (which the wide-angle lens was able to capture in full) that will make you smile.  When I get around to posting them.  Which might not be for a little while. 

Some things are constants: sitting on a cushion in the morning; sitting on a cushion in the evening; being a person to whom some young people gravitate while sorting out their lives and plans; feeling as though I might never catch up with the work left before me; leaving laundry in the dryer well beyond the time it's actually finished, simply because I forget to shut the dryer off before I leave the house; having a dog who wishes I'd spend more time focusing only on him.  

And the week coming up promises to be a big one, too.  In fact, they're all big ones, from here on out. I put one foot in front of the other, and ahead I go.

Lovely ephemera.

Already this tree has gone far beyond this particular moment in its spring, but I couldn't let it pass without any notice at all here, even if this picture is now ten days old. 

It's looking to be another of those weeks, as we collectively plan next year's fall semester.  But tomorrow morning, my new wide eye is supposed to arrive from New York City, and I suspect I won't be able to keep myself from taking it for a look-see around town.