I can’t stop thinking about the class I’m teaching in the fall to the incoming grad students. This is a class I have taught every year since my arrival at DU, with a few exceptions. The constellation of ideas, readings, and projects keeps shifting in my head. This has been going on for a month. So that means that I am — and have been since mid-April — compellingly obsessed with the complex problems of preparing for my class to begin in September. This pre-occupation with a potential future is shoving other priorities aside. I am helpless
to in its wake.