the winter of my discontent
I've had a difficult couple of months—physically and professionally. Generally I'm a fairly happy camper, and life goes on more or less smoothly. I know lots of people and places have much more difficult times than I, so griping is little more than selfishness. But I'm gonna do it anyway.
Okay, no I'm not. It just seems too small and pointless. Suffice it to say that I was turned down for a promotion at work, turned down in a senseless way that feels like the old music business rejections all over again. Then I had hernia surgery on 8 February, and I have yet to recover. Through it all I've been terrifically busy everywhere—at Honors House, in the Department of Literature and Language, at home, at church. I've been on the road not feeling well in Gatlinburg, Philadelphia and Charleston.
More later.