Freewrite of sorting

I'm overwhelmed.  I find myself in that situation easily, frequently.  I have decided on a direction that I want to go with my poetry.  It involves research and creation and eventually seeking grants or other funding to establish what I want to do.

I just want to do it.  I don't want to mess with all these details.  I'm a poet, not a grantwriter.  ;-)  I am tired, though.  I just drank about two-three ounces of red wine.  I worry about my heart.  Well, worry isn't good for one's health and so I don't *worry*, but I do want to give my heart a beating chance.  Hence, the red wine.

I have a spirituality workshop/retreat to lead on Wednesday at St. Catherine University.  I'm incorporating reading and writing poetry as a means to deeper spirituality.  Ugh.  I haven't moved very far on it.

Tomorrow (that would be today--Tuesday), I am dedicating myself to five or more hours of transcription work.  (I also admit that I am backspacing and correcting my typos--not too many, maybe one every second or third line--that doesn't seem like too many to me.)

I also have my GWE column to write.  I began it on Saturday and =sigh= took on a topic about which I know little.  I might have to change it.  I'm already researching poetry and spirituality and poetry and grief.  I'm not sure I want to research the relationship between sentence construction and mathematics.  That sounds like a good topic for Len, don't you think?

I do.

My list just gets longer.  What should I make for supper? Will someone besides me clean the fish tank?  There is a maroon colored bubble mass floating on top of a quarter of the surface of the water.  It's a saltwater tank.  I hope I get to it in time...