10 minutes to write

It's Wednesday morning and I need some sort of outlet before I give myself over completely to the school day. But what to write? Do I write of the dream which kept me up all day long? Do I write of the anticipation of running this afternoon with Lisa? It'll be a nice long one: 11 miles. I'm feeling up for it right now and hope my legs will be able to push through. Do I write of the way sometimes (it seems more often than not, but less this year than last) I feel like a sham in front of my students? I have confidence, but what makes me the teacher of them? Kto znaet. Do I write of the way writing sometimes comes oh so easily? Other times, like right now, I'm feeling all the jerks, stops, and rushes as I try to get some words out. Do I write of the way I heard my cousin crying on the phone? He just wanted to burrow his little head into the crook of his mom's elbow. I said, "I'll let you go," to Sierra, and then she called back five minutes later after he'd settled into his last little nap before his day's last feeding before going to bed for the night. I wanted to hold him, rock him. Let Sierra's arms rest. I hope a phone call lessens the distance of being so far away from family. I wish it wasn't so far, but vain are my wishes. And now I have two minutes left and I'm beginning to wonder if I ought to even post this. "You already know. Yes, you already know how this will end." -Devotchka. I'm not always listening to this song; I promise. Just often. Alright, that's all for now. Posting for whatever reason. Happy Wednesday. Love, peace, and happiness.