Remind Me - Who Thought This Was a Good Idea?

While the AR trip was good - let's face it, time with Gama is the best - it pretty much ensured that my head won't be above water again until approximately 2035.

It's the usual. I hesitate to whine to you about the things you've heard so many times before but OK here we go.

Milton papers and presentations. Forever. I'm basically living in hell <--- that's not metaphorical; I'm studying hell in Paradise Lost.

All the grading. All the needy students and their needy needs. And I'm giving two presentations at a conference this weekend. I'm thinking that now would be the time to, you know, develop some slides or talking points or something.

And, for some reason that totally eludes me, G and I thought that this would be the perfect time to have people tear out our deck, remove a series of stumps from the back yard, replace our fence, and trim trees/clean out our chimney. Oh, and we have an appt soon with Got Junk to remove 1,500 paving and landscape stones from our back yard, some furniture from the house, and enough wood planks (left for us by the previous tenants when we bought the house) to build someone a log cabin. I might throw Lucy in the truck for good measure.

I've taken to cleaning the rabbit cage just to procrastinate from it all.

This is the time of the semester when it feels the most like things won't come together. I really won't be able to write the last few papers. I won't be able to present on Milton with clarity. At work they'll decide that I don't make a good boss after all. And my needy students will revolt.

I'm bringing in donuts next week. We'll see if that helps.