If you need a light, I'll find a match.

So this isn't a post about "what the hell, where've you been?" or about how "valentine's day has become so commercial."

This post is to say hi, hello, hallo, etc. to let you know I still think of you. I still have the same curious mind and zeal for life, but it's carefully hidden under a pile of blankets at the foot of the bed. I think I may way from this sleep-dream-life when June comes (I'm a teacher, so just think of the obvious correlation).

I'm officially halfway through the school year. With a concussion. Brought on by one of my little lovelies... I love my job, I'm fiercely protective of my students, but it's awfully hard to work when you get injured on the job. That is why, dear readers, I will awake in June. Or maybe while drinking... or when petting my kittens. Yes, kitten(s). Plural. I have two now. (and one has special needs-- he's so darn adorable.)

I think I should start writing poetry again. I think I should do art. I have great ideas for sewing, but I spend my weekends re-coopering. Sleeping. Recovering. My creative mind spins, and come Monday I've lost all those wonderful ideas.

The weekends are never long enough (we all know that, that's so plain), but this zombie-like state is not attractive or appealing. It just is. And I don't like it.

I knew my job would be difficult and taxing, but I didn't realize to what extent. I must learn to put myself first. And if this job won't allow me to put myself first, well... I'll find another.