I'm Tired

It's that point in the year...semester's end, flagging spirits, incredible fatigue. Every year the same struggle, my mood lightened only by the return of the nesting hawks, the flycatchers' early whistle, and the appearance of blooms on our native shrubs. I turned in my spring grades last Friday, had a housefull of guests all weekend, then started teaching Maymester on Monday (Latinos in the U.S.). Mrs. Lytle steps in and takes over at this time of year. Eve is teaching a yoga class at the university, which is among the few bright spots in my May and the only time Zoe appears until I get rested.