Crazy Woman in the Attic

Getting back into the swing of things is way harder than we expected.

After we unloaded the car last night, I think I saw Lucy roll her eyes and sigh. Perhaps she thought she had finally run us off? For good? Her Auntie (Nat King) Cole had been taking care of her and it's clear that she preferred it that way. None of this baby talking and loving on her and including her in the family, etc.

Go away.

Today I had to ask - for the first time in a very long and distinguished academic career - for an extension on a paper. And the prof is allowing it, begrudgingly. I missed a pop quiz last week that I can't make up. I have a looooooong and complicated writing workshop tomorrow that I'm not prepared for.

Oh, and I didn't get the summer teaching job.

I'm looking on the bright side and taking it as a sign that something else will come along. And something better come along, since I gave up tutoring. I'm thinking maybe I'll need the time to help G offload the VA house? Maybe we'll hit a financial windfall and I'll travel internationally, fighting off the paparazzi? Maybe I'll trade Lucy in for a horse and join the rodeo?

These days I'm reading a lot of "crazy woman in the attic"-themed stories for the Feminist Thought class. The thing is? They're seeming less and less crazy. I take this as a bad sign.