A musing about not much...

This musing is about having nothing to muse about.

It's been a long week and it's only Wednesday. Two days of putting my foot in my mouth and feeling off my game. And just wondering how it all fits together. What it all means...

One tough class where I found it hard to make an impact; one inspiring class because of the students and the work they created.

Two meetings where I raised points for discussion and then felt like I got shut down. Then couldn't shake the yucky feeling that stuck to me afterwards.

One 45-minute spin class that made me feel like it was going to be a better day. At least my body seems to be working better than my mouth and brain on some level.

Meetings, meetings, and more meetings. Students, students, and more students.

My clock feels very cleaned. Like spic and span clean. Mr. Clean clean. Almost stingingly so.  Is that a word?  Stingingly? It's what I feel like this evening.

So that's my musing. Nothing really to say except that the tank is empty, and I'm waiting for the filling station to show up on my right so I can pull over and stop running on brain fumes.