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By the time I wake up in the morning I can hear the construction going on at the bottom of the next hill, two residence halls away. The bangs and scrapes echo off the sides of the hills through the gray dawn of the early morning.

Today it was rainy, and windy, and dark when my alarm went off. The sky looks heavy, and its been hard to get motivated. This is the kind of day where I would usually curl up in bed and write all day, or knit, and maybe read a little. I would keep Damien Rice on repeat along with Jack Johnson and not allow anything heavier to play.

However I have a class in an hour, followed by another, and three meetings scheduled. I have to pick up a mug I made last week and defend a conference in a meeting for the school's budget comittee. I have a paper on North African/South East Asian Human Rights issues due Thursday that I haven't started.

Every once in awhile I wish I could go on a Yoga retreat, or a nature retreat or something akin to those. This is one of those days.