The Week

I think that the EMDR is helping with my overwhelm and rage. I think it's getting less often, weaker, and shorter. I'm so very grateful and hopeful. 

Yesterday I continued my work as furniture--drafting a memo and then revising it with feedback from six colleagues, all with different interests, and then discussing it with the subject of the memo. I'm proud of my work on this and enjoyed it more than any other aspect of being the furniture thus far. 

And all day I felt like I was hung over from too much work and too little sleep. But I made it. 

The end of the semester is racing near--not sure how to do everything left to do. 

It wasn't raining during my lovely walk to work, but had rained--gray, wet, with flowers still hanging on. 

Tons to look forward to today.

Oh, Trump's insistence on recess appointments is just perfect, obviously not as a political action, but as an illustration for my class, which has thought a lot about the separation of powers and has spent time with Montesquieu and the Federalist Papers. My students said they wanted more contemporary application and then Trump's started tweeting.