Resurrection

In case you were wondering, I did not, in fact, die in the canyon of dehydration or rodent attacks or any such thing (although the effects of radiation, I suppose, remain to be seen); I've just been fighting to keep my head above water since then with the end of the school year and all the work that goes along with it, and my writing time has suffered. I know I should be sleeping right now, but I need to do something to reclaim my general sense of well-being from everyday hecticness, and the revival of writing seems a good place to start. Besides, this is the last week before summer break. No more Mondays. Good thing, too; the way this one started, I may not have survived many more. For starters, my temperamental alarm clock decided not to go off again after I hit snooze at 5:43. When I woke up again on my own, I realized that I could barely open my eyes because I had finished reading Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes last night and sobbed my way through the last 40 pages or so. Once I worked my swollen eyelids open, I saw that it was 6:09 and almost time to leave for school. There wasn't enough time for a shower, or enough leftovers in the fridge for me to take for lunch. I scrambled to get all my stuff together, jumped on my bike, and made it all of five feet out of the garage before realizing that I had a flat tire and no time to patch it. Luckily enough, Colin has lent me his car for a few months while he's gone. Back inside, changed out of biking shorts and into teaching clothes, out the front door. Climbed into the driver's seat and noticed the lights were switched on. Sure enough, dead battery. Inside again, searching for bus tickets, realizing that by that time, I'd managed to miss the bus, too. All three of my modes of transportation, useless. Then Kate saved the day--thank goodness for roommates with jumper cables. Jumped the Festiva, survived the school day, cooked the supper, washed the dishes, watered the garden, bought the groceries, fixed the bike, resurrected the blog...four days and counting, baby, and tomorrow can only be better.