My Funk

I flaked out this afternoon without thought to the lesson which I am to teach tomorrow.  I am going to teach my greying wannabe Hemingways more about characters.  I think what I will have them do is create a character, and then give them some choices about scenarios in which to juxtapose that character and have them react accordingly.  Sounds orright, dunnit?

Also, I am to do some subjects in disabled care - I have set aside Wednesday to study.  When these subjects are under my belt, I will resume my work in progress - its' about eighty per cent done on the first draft, and I'm a tad happy with this, and I think it's a good 'un. 

Just seems everything's been piling up again.  Last week I had to drive my father to a doctor's appointment some one and a half hours away, and when I got home I helped a local art student write a speech.  I had a few days' work, and then on my day off had to attend a meeting, and I cannot go into the reasons why, but trust me, it wasn't fun. 

I'm trying to arrange somebody to take over as convenor for the writing division in the local eisteddfod, and having no luck.  Local newspaper editors don't seem inclined to call me back, and if the content of the local papers is anything to go by, it's not like they are overly busy.

The big problem is: I am in a monstrous funk.  It's this oppressive heat.  It weighs me down, like a bit rubber hot air balloon trying to squash me.  Now, when I am trying to think, I am hearing my younger son practising 'Jingle Bells' on his keyboard, the number he is performing in the end-of-year concert.  He enjoys music, as do I, and loves the stage.  I think I am looking forward more to his showmanship than his actual playing.  He tends to take to the stage like Liberace, waving to the crowd (comprising mums and dads filming their various sprogs on iPads), plays okay, and then takes a bow like Pavarotti at the end of it all, much to the amusement of the crowd (and the embarrassment and angst of his older brother who tells him later how embarrassing he is, only to be shushed by me because I think his hamminess is adorable).

Having trouble thinking, and feeling overwhelmed.  Well, sitting here isn't going to get things done on the lesson front.  Off I go.  Might write here again tonight after 'Q&A'.  I will no doubt be infuriated because there is someone coming on who thinks the ABC is unnecessary because we have sites like Mamamia from which to get information.  If this is true, on the count of three, everyone; One, Two Three: Dude, Seriously, What The Fuck?