I am exhausted. This week has been:
Interviewing
Orders: books, DVDs
Scouting for new vendors and pricing for new rugs, new printers,
new computers, a new projector
Meetings: Board, FRIENDS, Safe Routes to School Committee
Storytimes
Updating website/Facebook/Twitter
- And all the stuff that comes up along the way
It is only Thursday and I've already worked 47 hours. I can't do tomorrow...
I can't, I can't, I can't. You can't make me. The ONLY thing that helps during
times like this is poetry.
"i go to this window"
i go to this window
just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear
i see the new moon
thinner than a hair)
making me feel
how myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, silently who are
and cling
to my mind always
But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until i smile with knowing
-and all about
herself
the sprouting largest final air
plunges
inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams
--e.e. cummings
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