August 19, 2014

First day of school past, second impending. What is to be observed is exhaustion that led to a late afternoon nap from which I could barely arise before going to bed. Whatever I’d planned for the evening faded away. Good playwriting students–the biggest class ever. Eager Humanities students who had the benefits of my fulminations on Myth. What would I be thinking if I were they? Hints of strife in the drama department, hints that the administration digs its old tench deeper by, perpetually, siding with the worse cause against the better. Blessed rain yesterday. Oh Lord, watch over me, that when I am becoming an old fart, I am the first to know it!