Some days you just need to go. Get moving. Head out. Hit the road. That's today for me. I'm typing this in Denny's a good hour and a half from Wolfeboro. I just drove seventy five miles for crappy food.

I've been in a Denny's mood for a couple of weeks, but Mason's never really been up for it. He things (rightfully) that you shouldn't drive for a long distance to get food that you really shouldn't eat in the first place. And most of the time he's perfectly right, of course. But sometimes you just have to go. So, here I am, and that's a good thing, because neither school nor the internet nor having a good friend in town can distract me from actually getting some writing done, and that feels really nice.

School continues. Some of the kids have screwed up, and others have clearly lost all interest. Two weeks to go, and they just don't care. In at least one case, the student feels abandoned by family in this alien land, and it's clearly not a new story. And that makes me sad. In another, this was clearly a given student's last chance and the student's blown it. I don't know what's next. Military school? Perhaps.

I have four advisees and three of them have been highly successful. The fourth is doing all right, though energizing him isn't the easiest task in the world. My students are doing all right in my class as well. We just had a major test and they clearly did all right with it. Not all A's, but no one flunking. Nice, all told. But all consuming. Writing is just nonexistent right now. I have class preps to do, and then there's all the rest of my work....

I'm tired. Denny's is far from Wolfeboro. If I see one of our students here, there'll be a lot more trouble than if they'd just skipped out of study hall. And so I relax. Mason and I tried this last night, but it didn't really work. We went out to Jo Green's, which is usually good. Last night the service was terrible, the food was substandard, and the iced tea was stale. I didn't think iced tea could go stale, but there it was.

We went and got ice cream after, and that helped. There's always room for ice cream. The evening turned into fog, though, and then I just went out. I woke up around four am, sleeping on my couch. I'm a bit tall for that, so I moved to the bed. Woke up around eleven in the morning. So, no evening activities of note, but for two days in a row I've gotten lots of sleep and had a good day's... er... day.

Fran is on vacation next week. Here's hoping the summer session students don't throw their powerbooks down a flight of stairs or something. Friday of this week I'll be in Ithaca, Fran will be on vacation and Eileen will be in Boston. Mason will learn the joys of the position that day, I'm sure.

Well. Enough of this. Fairhaven awaits. Or Nottingham. I'm not sure which has more of my brain at the moment.