My brain feels full of ideas and future. It’s hard to get anything done, though I know there are a bunch of things to do in the immediate future. Lots of things I don’t really want to think about anyhow. Papers, students, section… I’m ready to explode out of my body and take flight with my ideas and disappear into the sky. And I’m completely tied down by the snails pace of time and heavy blanketing of reading and teaching. Ech. Some days will pass, and some papers will be written, and I shall reap my sweet summer reward. 3 weeks? Yikes.