Weekend Weariness

Today, I graded papers all day.  It's what a teacher has to do sometimes.  I got up about 9:30, graded papers all morning, took a nap for a couple hours in the early afternoon, woke up feeling sick, graded more papers, and decided I was taking tomorrow off.  I am planning to sleep and sleep, maybe get some orange juice and chicken soup in my system.  I'm sure this will pass in a day or two.

I didn't update yesterday; we had to take the dogs to the vet -- the old man is just old, and the new puppy is just new, neither was sick -- and so spent all day in town.  When we got home, I finally got my wife to sit still long enough to watch Inception -- I swear, that is an incredibly well-done movie.  A little too violent in places, at least for me as a writer, but so thought-provoking and interesting.

Although I have not written anything for here, I have read the last few months' Writer's Digest magazines and finished the first of Stephen King's four new novellas, "1922," from his book Full Dark, No Stars.  I have a new appreciation for him after reading (and re-reading, and teaching) <i>On Writing</i>, and he is just masterful at creating and maintaining suspense.  I hated every time I had to put the book down and do anything else.  The next story is "Big Driver," but I am giving myself a day away so I can hit it fresh again.