Egads

I never say "egads," but I just wrote it in an email message to a friend and former student and now I've chosen it as the title of this post to signal my shock and dismay that I've neglected this blog so dreadfully.

Why have I neglected it? I mean, Becky is still blogging, and she had a mighty fine but now unmentionable reason not to blog (head trauma and all). I've had no trauma, to my head or otherwise. Just the regular beginning of the semester business, getting my classes all ready, going to hear job candidates talk, and such.

It's just that I haven't yet found a rhythm, have I? Not for my blog nor for other things. There's something about moving that really messes with my spatio-perception. You would think I might be over it by now. But, no, I'm not.

Still and all, it's supposed to be in the 50s by the end of the week. It smelled all mulchy on campus today. Maybe I can convince my body it's spring. Then I can feel energetic and rhythmic.

And then, my friends, I'll blog.

Or maybe blogging will help me feel energetic and rhythmic? Blogging as epistemic--no, as affective maintenance. Something like that.