Usually, I wake up early and drive sixty miles across the dark prairie for an hour of writing time at the coffee shop. My weekday morning slices are always written there during March. Music I don’t always like blares through the speakers. Sometimes I have to ask them to turn it down because I’m one of those people who can’t write with music playing. Toddy, the coffee shop cat, comes to visit, hopping amiably into my lap, pushing his rather homely face into my breakfast, leaning this way and that for the best head scratching angles.
Today, I wake up early and walk twenty feet to my office. I make my own coffee and settle down in the chaise to write. Cats wander in and curl up in their usual spots. It’s an uninspiring space to write–the room itself in shambles in the middle of a clean-out project, half-filled bins blocking most of the floor, stacks of books and unsorted papers covering every surface. It’s the coldest room in the house, and the windows have to be covered in plastic to keep it warm enough to use in winter. Thick plastic. Because cats. Not that there is much of a view anyway.
Usually, I use Twitter for learning about reading, writing, teaching, equity, antiracist pedagogy.
Today, I use Twitter for learning about the news, and there is so much of it and it is so appallingly bad that I cannot stop scrolling.
Usually, I learn by reading. I have always believed that I need to see it in writing in order to learn. I need to read and reread the words in order to make them part of myself.
Today, I learn by video. And surprise myself by discovering that I actually learn really well in this format if I treat it more like a conference, showing up ready to listen rather than multitask, notebook open, pen ready to take notes.
Usually, I get dressed in semi-professional clothes and put makeup on before doing anything else.
Today, I spent the day in yoga pants and the shirt I slept in and never got around to makeup.
Usually, I struggle to find twenty minutes for yoga. I do it daily, haven’t broken the chain since late December, but sometimes it’s five minutes before bed and I call it good.
Today, I find a full hour for yoga, as I have done every day since #stayathome began. I feel stronger and more flexible than I have in years.
Usually, I teach students in person and sit with them face to face during my office hours.
Today, I collect resources to share with students online and schedule Zoom conferences.
Usually, I feel calm and hopeful.
Today, I feel anxious and worried.
Thanks to wahooliteracyteacher for the idea to compare days using a usually vs today format.