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I feel very accomplished right now. I took pretty much the whole day off on Sunday, because it was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS outside for the first time this season. And then I slept pretty badly that night, so I had to come home and nap after teaching on Monday (thank God my afternoon classes were canceled that day [professor -- same one for both -- was out of town]), else I fall asleep at my desk. And then, as naps so often do, even when necessary, the nap pretty much made me worthless for the rest of the day. I made a delicious risi e fagioli soup with swiss chard, which I *am* proud of, but that was about it.
So I realized last night that I had about three days worth of work, and about a day to do it in. I started in on it this morning, and the longer I worked the more I realized how incredibly fucked I was. I mean really, royally screwed, as in neither prepared to teach nor learn tomorrow. I was supposed to rehearse with Minstrelry tonight, but I sent them an apologetic email and put my head back down and worked more.
And here it is, a quarter after midnight, and I'm about to go to sleep. I have graded papers, I have written a short-short story, I have written up commentary on a classmate's manuscript for baby fic, I have revised and expanded my lesson plans for tomorrow, and I have attended a planning meeting for the end of the year (yeah, I would have skipped that one, too, except I didn't realize until about 10 minutes before we started how slammed I was, and I was already sitting there doing work while other early-comers chatted around me). I still have 12 poems I need to comment on before the undergrad workshop I'm sitting in on this quarter, but that's not until 5:30 tomorrow -- I've got three hours of freeish time sprinkled throughout the day tomorrow, and I should be able to squeeze that all in.
So I'm tired, and I'm stressed, but I also feel proud of myself for managing to keep my nose to the grindstone* all afternoon -- I'm generally not good at that kind of sustained effort. And in the end I managed to dig myself out of my hole, so go me.
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*I nearly said 'nose to the wheel', which seems to be a conflation of 'to keep one's nose to the grindstone' and 'to keep one's shoulder to the wheel'. I think I sort of prefer the neologism to either standard saying, but oh well.
So I realized last night that I had about three days worth of work, and about a day to do it in. I started in on it this morning, and the longer I worked the more I realized how incredibly fucked I was. I mean really, royally screwed, as in neither prepared to teach nor learn tomorrow. I was supposed to rehearse with Minstrelry tonight, but I sent them an apologetic email and put my head back down and worked more.
And here it is, a quarter after midnight, and I'm about to go to sleep. I have graded papers, I have written a short-short story, I have written up commentary on a classmate's manuscript for baby fic, I have revised and expanded my lesson plans for tomorrow, and I have attended a planning meeting for the end of the year (yeah, I would have skipped that one, too, except I didn't realize until about 10 minutes before we started how slammed I was, and I was already sitting there doing work while other early-comers chatted around me). I still have 12 poems I need to comment on before the undergrad workshop I'm sitting in on this quarter, but that's not until 5:30 tomorrow -- I've got three hours of freeish time sprinkled throughout the day tomorrow, and I should be able to squeeze that all in.
So I'm tired, and I'm stressed, but I also feel proud of myself for managing to keep my nose to the grindstone* all afternoon -- I'm generally not good at that kind of sustained effort. And in the end I managed to dig myself out of my hole, so go me.
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*I nearly said 'nose to the wheel', which seems to be a conflation of 'to keep one's nose to the grindstone' and 'to keep one's shoulder to the wheel'. I think I sort of prefer the neologism to either standard saying, but oh well.
