LH mercy, folks.

Originally, this thing moved in a weird way.  Now it's gone--just a normal
picture of Catherine, Maybelle, and me.

A month.  It's been a month since I wrote here!  I kept planning that I'd write for my issues.  Blah blah blah.  Here I am.

Writing is challenging these days.  Speaking is difficult.  I have continued communication that seems to shift.  More and more difficult.  I am struggling--rest assured.

I've had to read this blog for three times so that I'm can get it across.

So let's talk about what's going on.

• I'm learning how to do online teaching at my school, and it's kicking my ass.  Others scholars are going along.  Meanwhile, I am spending 10 hours or more. per week (more than this?  15?  20?)  It's so hard.  It's time to dig into my wonderful teams every week. I heard this from a colleague.  She's dong this training once a week.  I'll see what I can do--we'll, I'll try. Kicking my ass.
• Here's an awful change:  I couldn't remember Maybelle's name twice recently.  Couldn't remember.  May...Mother fuck.  My daughter.
• I'm teaching a class on Tuesdays from 4:00-6:45pm--a long time, while I get more and more exhausted.  Once a week.  A great group--questionings, speaking, doing so in for conversation.  As the conversations emerge, my exhaustion can grow.  The students are great.  I'm having a great time.  And let's acknowledge what I deal for:  it's hard.  This is a new class.  I decided to teach something new, a 120-level special topics course l that me do let what I wanted.  So the class is Living Different Lives: Feminist Disability Studies (and other ways we’re different). That's the title.  We're having a great time. And it might be challenging.
• Continuing to have the chemo every other week. Following with exhaustion. You have read about this before. I hope that Chris will publish what I've been writing.  

There you go. Happy Sunday! Maybelle, Brian, and I are about to have some cinnamon rolls.