I wish I had a physical form for my syllabuses/syllabi to take this term... like the avalanche I feel like they represent. Then people would know where to find me. There would be rescue teams and medi-vac all poised  for the moment that I go under.
Real life, I suppose, is not really like that.
You have to ask for help. Again and again and again. Each time you need it. I am not yet good at that. I suppose I will get better or get buried alive. I'm one of the lucky ones though. I still have people to ask for help from. I forget that sometimes as people leave and fade out. But I have been blessed with new ones and just a few old ones.

Here's to having started something without really knowing if I'm the kind of person who can finish it. Here's to apologizing for the past lack of art and the continuance of this in the next 4 or 5 months. And here's for promising myself that I will learn how to make furniture or a long quality story or something when this is all over.

For now, it's time for some stew.