Sunday Walk

Subdued walk after more insomniac shenanigans this weekend, but quite lovely and sunny and cool I must say. Went to the rose garden with Eric, where everything is pruned back to stems awaiting spring's explosion in about a month's time. Rashly changed my usual omelette order to a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich at our diner this morning. I have a whole week to regret that uninspired decision in... Finishing up the first third of term this week, my theory survey courses have provided the groundwork -- Marx, Nietzsche, Freud -- fetish, figure, fact -- and now we turn to postmarxist, biopolitical, intersectional, ecological elaborations and applications and subversions for the next two thirds. I would be enjoying myself if it weren't for all the extra stuff I have to do, recc letters, studio visits, office hours, union stuff, independent studies, thesis students, a million little administrivial tasks a couple more of which seem to get larded onto my duties with each passing year. As it is, it's a slog and I'm always swamped and walking the buzzsaw's edge of burnout.