It was 70 degrees Fahrenheit here today. In fact, as I'm writing this at almost 10 PM I still have my window wide open, and it feels fantastic. No one who lives where there are not four distinct seasons can possibly understand the wonderful feeling we get here in North Dakota when the snow melts and the sun begins to shine long and hard enough to let some real warmth build up on our skin.
Maybe it was the sun that made this day feel not as overwhelming as nearly every other day since this semester started. I certainly wouldn't presume to say that it felt better because I finally know what I'm doing. Yes, I wrote two short papers for Faith & Justice in a little over an hour last night and felt fairly confident about them. Yes, I actually did the required reading AND the suggested reading for Creative Writing last night. Yes, I even read for Linguistics for the first time all semester (come on, the readings tend to be 15-30 pages long and are filled with words like langue and parole and recontextualization and numerous references to Noam Chomsky). And I almost think I am grasping the concept of deconstruction in Intro to the Profession of English.
But mostly, it's the weather.
