Harshin' My Buzz

Real life has come crashing in on me and it's harshing my buzz. Can you even say "harshing my buzz" in Denver? The buzz is such a real and concrete thing that I'm not sure citizens are allowed to speak in metaphor about it.

Anyhoo.

I presented at a local conference yesterday and it went really well! It's been in progress for the whole semester and I just about floated out of the room afterwards, I was so happy it was done. My group received some amazing kudos. I ended up working at the event the rest of the day, smiling and chatting away while inwardly hyperventilating about the amount of work I have to do before Monday.

This is what I want to do all the time:

Lucy loves to hang out behind the couch, close to a window we keep cracked open when the weather is nice outside. She hunkers down and snoozes the day away, which, to me, sounds like the best plan ever.

Here's a side view:

All I have done today is grade for the side job and work on one of my last weekly papers for the theory class. I've been in High Pissy Mode for several hours, but then I finished everything and became human again.

I have to make it three more weeks.

And then I'm going to sleep and read and eat and do yard work all summer long.