of breakfast and writing

i am completely in love with grapefruit juice. this, after being a hard core OJ drinker for all but the last few months of my 40+ years of life. that early morning pucker/shudder really wakes me up. OJ, when i drink it for breakfast, tastes too sweet to me now. if i wanted cloying, empty promises for breakfast, i'd eat peeps. the grapefruit's bitter edge makes it seem more trustworthy, somehow. it's the juice that will follow through. today i'm having a special treat, albeit unplanned: the store was out of my usual brand of grapefruit juice, so i bought the higher-priced container of odwalla juice. what else could i do? buy OJ? not i. i have to say, the odwalla juice is particularly delicious.

oh, and i'm turning in the latest draft of my prospectus to my committee today. what is it about completing a draft of this huge THING that inclines me to wax romantic about my grapefruit juice?

glam dancing

prospectus draft completed, check. prospectus draft printed in duplicate, check. cover sheet with questions for my committee completed and printed in duplicate, check. materials assembled and delivered to the requisite departmental mailboxes...

BIG FAT CHECK!!!!

glam dance, glam dance!!!

heart

in other news, my heartbeat has taken a major, noticable turn for the better over the last 5 or 6 days. today i've only had one pretty brief period of arhythmia, while i was on the bus this morning. it lasted for 7 or 8 minutes. it's really remarkable. my chest just feels easier, looser. there's no tightness.

(this is without alprazolam. i ran out of that a couple of days ago. for the last 2-3 weeks i've only been taking it at night because it helped me to sleep, and it felt like that was the thing i most needed help with. happily, i don't feel like i need it anymore.)

it just feels so good to be doing the work that i love again--all of it, teaching, research, writing, even grading. i have a great group of students this quarter, and i'm especially happy that they seem to have cohered nicely as a group. cross your fingers for me--i'm looking for teaching work for next year, to sustain me during the real writing process that is yet to come. i know i shouldn't count on getting anything from my department next year, though i'm hoping for a 1-quarter fellowship.

yeah, so i'm taking it easy tonight. i'm going to curl up with a novel for a bit, casually grade a few papers, and at some point i will eat ice cream!