The Wheels Are Coming Off

I was doing fine the first couple of weeks of the semester, and then I ran into a wall. Hard. The sinus infection started it - I couldn't work out, I needed even more sleep than usual, I couldn't summon the basic energy level needed to do things like fix my hair or perhaps wash the occasional load of laundry...

And, you know how it goes: once you get out of a routine, it's almost impossible to get back into it.

So, I haven't been working out, I haven't been cleaning, like, anything in the house. My car's a mess; my back pack's a mess; and my mind's a mess. Exhaustion is a real thing.

Wake me up when it's over

It was so awesome that G's cousin visited us this weekend, but it consumed whatever scarce reserves of energy I had hiding out in my body. Stick a fork in me; I'm done.

Just in time for 50 students to submit their papers this week. I will never crawl out of the grading. If anyone needs me, follow Lucy to the stack of papers she's chewing on, and start digging. I'll be buried somewhere underneath it.

But! On Sunday we explored the mountains for a while, saw some elk, went to a craft fair in Estes, watched Fantastic Mr. Fox, and ate a lot of food. Contrary to my whining on here, I really can't complain.

For the past two days I've set my alarm for early in the morning so that I would get up and work out. For the past two days I've chuckled to myself and hit snooze until bolting out of bed at the last possible minute. Something has got to give.

Tonight is Lit Society, so a few glasses of wine and some Virginia Woolf convo will set me on the right track...

(Read Mrs. Dalloway immediately. And then read To the Lighthouse. You'll thank me. I'm enjoying the VW class even more than the Jane Austen one, if you can believe it.)