A poem by Bill Holm (as quoted in Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird):
Above me, wind does its best
to blow leaves off
the aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
in doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.
For the first time in more than 30 years, I left the house this morning without changing my underwear.
SSC #2.2: Due to a sleeping pill that I took last night and my new-found skill at turning off my alarm w/o waking up, I didn’t open my eyes until 9:01 am. And I had a lecture hall full of students and a colleague waiting for me two blocks away for 9:00 class.
SSC #2.3: I drove the two blocks to school and parked illegally in front of the classroom building.