Listening to Bob Dylan in NYC just isn't the same.

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me who you're wakin' with tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just whisperin' to myself, so I can't pretend that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

I haven't posted in a while...

...but I don't have all that much to say, really. School is going alright, but very busy. I have to do classroom observations (30 hours this semester) which means I have to reschedule everything to make room for it, which is interrupting my work schedule and causing me to have little to no free time. Ah well. I think my favorite instructor so far is DeFazio, he is a lively character and his course is fun and engaging.
I might go see the Twins play the Yankees on Friday, too. Go Twins! I guess I DO get out of the house once in a while...