I was expecting the pace of my work day yesterday to be a bit exhausting, but it wasn't too bad. I got to the office and did some set up for the day--food, mainly. Our Faculty Library Orientation at 9 went well; it's always interesting for me to see what our libraries offer. New Student Orientation was a joy. We had a good Faculty Development session where we exchanged ideas for keeping students engaged. The 5 campus meeting about what needs to be done for the accreditation visit didn't leave me overwhelmed. I did the clean up required after a meeting that involves food.
I thought the day was going well, better than expected, even.
But then, a colleague mentioned a shooting at the airport. A few of us gathered around a computer to watch gruesome cell phone footage. I slipped away to call my spouse. I knew that he had no plans to go to the airport, but freakish things can happen. Happily, my spouse had not left the house. Others will not have the same good fortune.
I sent e-mail messages and Facebook posts/messages to let my various family members know we're OK. My step-mom-in-law had some anxious hours, since I didn't learn of the shooting until hours after it happened, and she knew immediately.
When I returned home, I resisted the urge to turn on the TV. Instead, we took our hamburgers to the porch and enjoyed a quieter dinner. My spouse played his violin, and I made a sketch. It was a good way to end a day that was both satisfying and disconcerting.
As the afternoon and evening progressed, by way of Facebook, I watched my friends across the Southeast talk about the impending snow--a fairly serious amount of snow for areas that don't usually get more than a dusting. Later in the day, by way of Facebook, I found out that my South Florida friends are OK.
This morning, I'm baking orange-cranberry bread, both because I've got 2 brunch events this week-end and because I have some Tropical Carrot Juice to use up. It has helped me feel like I'm righting the world a bit.
And writing the world: I wrote a poem this morning about my spouse playing "Lift Every Voice and Sing" with the Christmas lights staring their icy stares, while Epiphany comes to a close. I thought about having one administration leaving and one waiting in the wings (tweeting, tweeting, tweeting)--but then I decided to make references to ancient texts and far-away stars.
The poem just sort of arrived this morning, although I thought about the elements of it as my spouse was playing. What a delightful way to start the day: writing and baking!
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