Tired...

In the morning I woke up begging, as if there was some higher power who held my fate in his hands, who could decide to let me out of my commitments for the day, four classes and afterwards the long walk to the elementary school to see Jo'Shawn... and today, when I was tired, still so tired, and my room was cold.

Last week it hit 26 (80 fahrenheit) degrees, and they turned the heat off for the spring, prematurely... Today it is -7 (20). The rain that fell so recently and tore through grass and mud to form rivers on sidewalks and turn gutters, briefly, into raging torrents was now frozen, I knew from long experience, like glass preserving our world for a museum.

So tired. So cold. The minutes on my microwave's clock flew away two by two, each time I closed my eyes.