I've been dealing with things far more scary and monstrous than those that go bump in the night.
You know the presidential effect? How, as soon as a newly inaugurated leader is in place, he goes gray, wrinkled, and ages about 3 decades?
Welcome to my life. Not that I'm president or anything, but I'm juggling more responsibility than I have in a couple of years, and it's catching up with me.
G and I had an actual date night last week and I noticed the horror.
Bags. Under my eyes. Like, permanently.
This is in addition to what may or may not be an actual patch of gray hair that I found. Like, Cruella DeVille style. Things, they are starting to fall apart. I blame it on all the stress of grading, which has taken over my life.
I have graded (for my class and the side job) off and on since 5:30 this morning. I'm about halfway done.
It's sad when I take a break from grading and move on to a different kind of grading. I'm so tired of looking at papers. I'm so tired of writing them, too.
But! We get an extra hour this weekend! Blessings upon blessings! G asked me if I had marked it in my planner so that I would know to expect extra sleep. I didn't need to mark it. I will always, always remember when I can expect an extra hour of sleep. Silly man.
OK, enough procrastinating. Frankenstein is on TV. Lucy is camped out on her good will pants. And G is painting his man dolls. Time to grab another stack of papers.
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