I am delighted to report that I had everything marked for my Monday classes by the middle of this afternoon. I know I would feel even better if I'd been able to push through about 10 more students' worth of assignments for the T/Th classes, but instead I decided to do laundry and then make soup. I'll finish it up tomorrow, but the time-consuming bit is done--and it felt lovely to do something literally and figuratively nourishing instead of engaging only in output. But I have to be very careful: I see the light at the end of the tunnel (and am sanguine it is not, in fact, the headlight of an oncoming train), and I'm very likely to let up the self-imposed pressure just a mite too early--and then find myself in a jam again. Of course the pressure won't really let up until I'm on my way to Montana for Christmas (and oh, hell, I need to book my flight soon or I'll have to put my life in hock to get there). But I can feel the time approaching when I can turn more and more over to the students: I've been cranking away at getting all the mechanisms in place and wound up, and pretty soon they'll just be able to toddle off on their own, putting it all to use.
My brain is in ten million places tonight, so I can't focus well enough to say much. This post breaks all records for brevity--let us all heave heavy sighs.
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