THINGS THAT NEED DOING



My laundry, first and foremost.

Daily exercise.

Surviving allergy season without an eczema breakout or an asthma attack.

Booking my trip to Leeds, using our byzantine internal process, here at STCU-VU.

Ordering my books for fall.

Ordering new desk copies that I mistakenly lent a cruel paramour who now won't return them to me.

Revamping my Basic Writing course and getting it up on Bb for the June semester.

Revising my article/chapter.

Constructing a book proposal.

Contacting ANOTHER editor, for a possible K'zoo meeting.

Biding my time waiting for the first editor to reply.

Making and attending to a bunch of doctor's appointments and follow-ups.

Figuring out exactly how my dental plan works, and then start using it.

Locating and sending gifts for a new baby.

Locating and sending gifts for my friend about to be deported.

Figuring out reimbursement for my mental health benefits. (My therapist is NOT CHEAP.)

Buying tickets for my brother's wedding in June.

Figuring out whether I have indeed been sent a new bank card.

Mapping out a brief trip to NYC that The Fireman and I will take, post-K'zoo.

Telling my mother that I will thus be unable to slave for her for a full week of preparation for the impending shower she/we are throwing for my brother. (She'll get three days of my labor.)

Dreading that conversation, as she historically has a tendency to be a bee-yotch about such matters.

Planning on attending commencement and therefore wearing my regalia for the official first time.

Spending brief windows of quality time with The Fireman, who insists I should not ride my bike home in the dark, as it makes him terribly worried over the possible harm I might come to en route. Our time thus seems to consist of him fetching me from my evening class and then feeding me dinner while we watch the Daily Show.

Comforting The Fireman as we watched the televised funeral services for the two men killed at Easter, this morning.

Trying to get a hold of myself as I watched the service in which a uniformed man wept, as a sea of white gloved male hands reached up to touch that griever's shoulders, his arms, his back, in order to console and support him, while he eulogized the dead.

Teaching the last home stretch to students who are exhausted.

Telling myself repeatedly: Nine teaching days left!