It's Better to Look Good than to Feel Good

I started this entry with a photograph. I'm sitting on the couch and Lincoln came by for some lovin' as I opened blogger. I have to say that it's a pretty picture. Or at least I look pretty good. Which is rare of me to say. The odd thing is that I am feeling pretty terrible right now. My nose is like a faucet, my eyes hurt and my throat is kinda raw. I can just hear Billy Crystal on Saturday Night Live as Fernando Lamas.

I may look MAHvelous, but I feel like poop.

My schedule and the weather have beaten me to the ground. I am glad that I have taken on two productions this quarter, but I have very little down time. I tried to drop my Independent Study with Barbara, but she is now pushing pretty hard for me to teach DRA 141 -- Fundamentals of Movement next year. It's pretty much unheard of to have a student teach an upper division undergrad class, so I am scrambling to create a syllabus and reading list. I did a search online this morning and contacted my dance teachers at Emory this morning for syllabi ideas. The goal of the work with Barbara was to create a syllabus by the end of this quarter. Now I have to whip one out of my butt in the next day or so. And did I mention Barbara is out of town??!!

In terms of the weather, we are reaching highs of 80, but it's pretty cool in the mornings. I am doing the layered clothing thing, but in and out of doors with full sun and air conditioning are not the best for me -- the petite flower. Or should I say, aging flower?

As I am on the cusp of yet another birthday, I am back to feeling old. I know I don't look my age -- and I certainly don't act it -- most of the time. But with my knees hurting and my boobs just about reaching my knees, I certainly feel it.

There's that feeling again.

Poop.