This week is Spring Break in my neck of the woods. So far I've used my time well. I slept for 10 hours yesterday and last night. I think I could go back to bed right now. But that won't happen any time soon. I'll be spending the rest of today editing my uncle's book. I'm really looking forward to finishing this, partially because I have some other things to work on, but mostly because I really believe in this message. I think it will be in print very soon, so I'll be sure to keep everyone updated.
I found "The Chub" last night. This is a small, thick spiral notebook that I had carried around with me for several weeks last winter and spring. Its sole purpose was to be an immediate reservoir for any brilliant ideas I had during the day. The only thing I ever wrote in there (besides grocery lists and bill schedules) was during my family's reunion-birthday-anniversary cruise last January. My words were interesting, and I clearly remembered writing them on the little boat that took my aunt, sister, and cousin to go snorkeling in the Bahamas. The funny part was that I wrote about how the breeze was making the weariness "seep from my bones". I read it yesterday while I was home from work. That is, after I was sent home for nearly fainting during a class. Apparently, the look of my skin was so bad that my students thought I was pulling a Halloween prank. While driving myself home, I was thinking about the recent events that led me to the afternoon and how embarra
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