I had a cat from Hurricane Katrina named Carlos. He was the best part of coming home to my studio with piles of work.
Cats, and Carlos in particular, was a master at unwinding, chilling and enjoying life. His eyes said he loved that I was home.
Now I have a big black and white “cow kitty” who just greeted me and went out to enjoy the return of sunshine after a rainy day.
It’s Friday. The presentation is done. It went well. Other things happened, but mainly the heat is off and I’m going out for Indian food tonight with a girl friend.
Does anyone have any idea how sucked dry and zapped teachers can feel at the end of an especially challenging week? I see even the 20 and 30 something year old’s dragging. Numbing, bone-tiredness. And then, we spring back.
Like my amazing cats, Carlos and Mickey, I will decompress. Chill by looking at the daffodils blooming in my circular garden, having a glass of zin port, and simply not doing anything. Not for a little while.
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