It’s a little disconcerting, looking at my Jetpack dailys, and now seeing nothing. For over a year, my nightly decompression ritual included eyes surveying its charts. Seeing evidence of how my ship tacked from one Zoom box to the next, day to day, week to week, month to month, my teaching activities transformed into web traffic, believing my labor choices still have value, a little boost into the next day. Now tomorrow means microwaving the ubercrawl, for my students’ privacy — I don’t have any classes/deliverables for almost a month, right now. (calendar)
With the ubercrawl at rest for the first time since January, I will travel to mountains as old as the Ordovician, to a cabin in Penn’s Woods During my retreat, I plan to retack, charting better winds for the next FY.