Photo from Saturday Night in Bridgeport (Mural). I've Been Waiting for Aliens to Abduct Me for Over 30 Years Now. They Just Never Come

It's always wonderful to see great art in odd places, as we found trying to find our Uber driver on Saturday night. This was a mural painted on the side of a building that caught all of our attention, specially the aliens in the windows. Great, public art like this simply makes me happy. 

And reminds me, Whitley Strieber, I've yet to be abducted.

Yesterday was spent in a writing bonanza, some yard work, and pollen swelling my heading and hacking my throat. I'm dizzy from all the congestion, but then it turns to a faucet. What remains the same, however, is the dry cough that moves from the left to the right side of my throat depending on which nostril is going to work. 

Finally, Drat. It's Monday again and the summer courses already begin...four weeks of four hour classes on Monday and Wednesday night. I know the students and I will get there, but I also recognize the drive and passion it takes to move it all forward. I'm still tired from teaching this course last year and doing so during the winter session. It's a lot, and it takes over the entire day. But it is a test of organization and pace, which many may not believe I'm good at, because my brain operates like snakes popping out of a can. Behind the scenes, however, it is the real me.

And I got this. There's no choice (well, there is a choice, and in the future I'm drawing a line...I'm getting too old to take on all the slack of not enough instructors to teach our courses. I did it for another year because our students are amazing and they deserve it, but it is coming at a cost to me. 

Off to campus to record the class for this evening and to put out fires still burning from Spring. Jeepers. It never ends.