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It has been a week....I am WEARY. I feel the weariness in every fiber of my being. I stayed at school till nearly 8 pm on Tuesday night, getting my room situated after getting my new desk. It is still partly unassembled as I haven't got the right tool to put the side piece on. I like the idea of having the little side part to help me sort out my papers and stuff on.
I also corrected a ton of papers, as I had fallen behind in my paper correcting. I got up early on Wednesday and came into school as early as I could to get the rest of the papers corrected and set up my new "Wednesday Meeting Forms" and start printing off my grade reports for the kids so they knew what they were missing and could get that stuff in.
Now I have a full "in basket" again, and I am so freaking tired that the last thing I want to do is correct anything. I just don't see myself able to summon up the will to even sort out these papers. I think I am going to go home and then get a nap in--or maybe just crash and burn and get up as early as I can in the morning to get at the correcting.
Tomorrow is pay day, which is a thing which brings me much joy.
This is the song that is rolling around in my head right now--maybe because it is about the very type of weariness I am feeling right now.
It is another one of my favorite musical artists--another one that died far far to young. Steve Goodman.
Song for David
Weary though weary is only a case
Of being unwound at the wrong time and place.
David put down his head and he covered his face,
He asked himself why he had bothered to race
With the sun.
He thought that standing still would have been a mistake.
He knew all along the risks he would take.
Can't help thinking that the whole thing's fake
And the race was fixed long before it had
Even been run.
He knew the sun sets a treacherous pace
That only madmen try to erase -
You can race it, you can chase it, for one moment,
But then you let go.
It's too hot to hold
For too long I've been told,
Besides, that old sun is just lucky
And so
Weary, though weary is only a case
Of being unwound at the wrong time and place.
David put down his head and he covered his face,
He asked himself why he had bothered to race
With the sun.
David knew who had won
And he waited for dawn.
Steve Goodman--truly one of the geniuses of the modern musical age.
Missed by all his fans.
R.I.P.
