I'm entering a schlepping phase again: I carried large stacks of books to school with me, then carried large stacks home. Some books were in both of those stacks--the going and then the returning. Others went to school and stayed there; still others came home for the first time in more than a year. It's clear to me that I must be gearing up, or wanting to gear up, for some kind of concerted effort. In some direction. Or something.
It would also seem that my sleep cycles have now shifted: at 11 p.m., I find myself dozing over my reading. By 7:30 a.m., I'm up and running again.
And then a whole week is nearly gone, and there is always so much more to say.