Chaucer says in the opening to the Canterbury Tales, “when Zephyrus with his sweet breath, inspired hath in every holt and heath the tender crops.” I don’t know why I was reminded of that, twenty-seven years after I memorized it, today, but I was.
Druidry this morning, followed by 25 push-ups, 25 squats, and two iterations of the tai chi form. It’s going to be a busy day; I’m not entirely sure what I’ll be doing, either, since it’s field day at school… But I teach mostly in the morning and afternoon, and field day mostly occurs in the middle of the day… So I think I have a very full day, with no breaks. And then I see dad for dinner.
Off to work!
