The key this semester is to adjust the radar threshold of my awareness. That which is worth remembering, hopefully makes a blip on the radar, and the stuff I can safely ignore, hopefully fails to register in the first place. All of my classes are on the same floor of the same building this semester. Sometimes, even making progress, getting things done, and accomplishing goals gets to be too boring to deal with. This is where I'm at now.
Big things take time.
But the only finite resource IS time. The hum of a clip-on fan to keep the laptop cool because its thermostat doesn't work. The buzz of locusts, the twitter of birds. Jagged green oak leaves swaying against a perrywinkle sky. Beta fish sleeping.