discombobulation blues

I was coasting on the high of finishing the school year for a few days, but then suddently last night, that high ended and now I'm mildly depressed. I think in part it's because right now there's this total lack of things to do -- obligations or otherwise -- and I'm unable to motivate myself to do necessary work that's more amorphous (i.e., write my dissertation).

I've also been in brief contact with my new school last night and this morning. They wanted me to teach a multicultural lit course rather than the second section of the first-year writing/reading course. At least they gave me a choice, though, and declined. I had asked if I could do my 3-course load in the fall and take my 2-course load in the spring, but they said that defeated the purpose of a course release the first semester. I didn't want to do two course preps each semester, though. Plus, the first-year writing/reading course is essentially a lit course in my book anyways (with probably as much emphasis on writing, revisings, workshopping, and so on as I've given my lit classes so far anyways), so I'm not dying to teach an upper-level lit course right away.

I think the sun's coming out. Maybe I'll go for a walk with the dog.