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Adrift in a Maelstrom

There is not much to say. The title of my essay says it all. A maelstrom is the scientific name for a very strong whirlpool with an undercurrent. I feel as if my life is just such an event and I am simply adrift in it... until it pulls me under.

Five weights are upon my mind that test my mettle and find it lacking. A) The year anniversary of my beloved mother's passage, B) The nebulous waiting game until the 14th when the decision on whom to hire is made by my Department, C) Worry and fret about handling my mother's last tax return that will need to be accomplished along with a significant sorting again through her records and belongings which sadden me to sort through, D) The nine research students who are clamoring for attention every single moment as they prepare to give their talks at a formal meeting this week, and E) the malfunctioning eaves trough on my home that is letting water seep into my basement and there is not a damn thing I can do about it until the huge ice dams and snow eventually melt off my roof line from the abominable winter we have had.

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