Cold virus is lingering. In the last stages. Still coughing. 16 days. Too long. One week in, conjunctivitis (aka pink eye) in right eye, start treatment; pink eye in left eye, more treatment. Two days off work, plus one day of being sick the week before. Missed two of three night classes in a row. Worried. Thought of dropping, emailed the instructor several times. Me, being wishy-washy: one email, I’m telling him I’m dropping the class, missed too much; next email, once I’ve re-thought things over and got encouragement from hubby, I tell the teacher I don’t want to drop, I’ll stick it out only having one absence left. Still kept up with the reading, did the homework, emailed it in. Had already emailed one homework before I got really sick. He read all of my emails and responded with my last question to email my late homework. Other class is online, didn’t miss any classes.

Writing is one of my loves and even so, for some reason, with certain classes I get nervous. It’s like it brings up old insecurities from 20 years ago even though I’ve proven to myself that I don’t need to be worried. Worrying is in my nature. So it was helpful when I received my homework back and I was on track. I was beginning to doubt myself. It’s amazing how powerful the mind is and how it can take you to places you shouldn’t be, how it can take you to the land of insecurity and self-doubt in one breath. It’s a lifelong journey and in some ways, it’s not such a bad thing. It provides perspective and balance.

Haven’t been able to do pleasure reading, but the reading for both of my classes is interesting. It will be nice to get back to the other books too. One in particular: Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin. I want to finish the book before I see the movie.

Buddha Cat
Friendly neighborhood cat
entertaining himself,
rolling around on the ground
completely submissive–
No fear
Happy laughing cat


Cat on a rock surrounded by bushes
at Kaiser
staring ahead,
suddenly leaps
scurries in and out
what is he after?
I walk over to the bush,
see him covered in leaves,
all but his head.
I try to get his attention
with a cluck cluck sound,
he looks up, then away,
too busy for me.