reedy's rambles

It is one of those evenings. An evening where grading papers, folding towels, and emptying the dishwasher all sound way too trite right now.

Admissions:
Sometimes, I panic when the phone rings.
Somedays, I want a "do over."
Sometimes, I worry about how "unperfect" I am.
Somedays, I think I could fly if I just tried hard enough.
Sometimes, I feel a weight of disappointment, but can't identify the source.
Somedays, I just want to argue.
Sometimes, I miss the ocean so much I can't breathe.