Getting Back into the Swing of Things

Well, I'm already on overload, but apparently, that's how I like it! I'm teaching two online classes for Alvin Community College: Survey of Lit I and II. The first few weeks of coursework are in place. I'll finish the rest of the semester probably this weekend since I'm staying in Dallas - all alone, by my big ole lonesome self (whaah!). I'm working for the Office of Diversity and Community Engagement at UTD. Editing, mostly. Remind me never to apply for a grant or at the very least, hire a grant writer. That's some hoops, let me tell ya. Oh, wait. I have applied before. Three times. Didn't get it. See. Hire a grant writer. I'm taking 12 hours of graduate coursework at UTD - gotta get finished! Lordy, the reading I have to do this semester... I should probably be doing that instead of this. (Yeah, I giggled.) I'm working on my artist's website - gotta get the exposure - and working on new art and writing - keeps me balanced. That sounds like a laxative. No, just call me Jamie Lee.

It's not like my kids need me anymore (boohoo me). Is it empty nest syndrome if I'm the one that's out of the proverbial nest? I have to call them to say, "Just needed to hear your voice." OMG! Now I get what my mother is always fussing about! Must call her right now.

By the way, it's finally above freezing here. Who knows how long that will last?

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