Interstitial

Haven’t been posting much lately, or commenting either: kind of a between-things feel to a lot of stuff these days. My mom’s estate drags on and on, feeling like it’s headed for something of a Jarndyce & Jarndyce protractedness (although, since my mom was a public librarian, hardly of that scale), and the 18 months of dealing with it has just been a perpetual reminder of the fact that she died young and unexpectedly and lost her mind very quickly while dying. And though the weather’s finally moving away from that long Northeastern winter, the wretchedly gray and sodden rain and fog and clouds have lately made it darker than it was in January, and still no green on the trees. And I’m flailing and unfocused on the dissertation: again, very much a feeling of days between stations, and an accompanying black mood of apathetic surliness.

So there’s the litany of complaint. On the good side, I’m working on CCCC proposals, and today downloaded Drupal to try and do an install and do some fooling around with, thinking that after proposals are done, it might be nice to finally return to those discussions of the collaborative Open Writing Classroom syllabus, if folks are still interested. And it’s supposed to get sunnier and warmer by the weekend. Maybe by that point I’ll feel less stuck between places.