Another quickie

I had such ambition when I came back to the office after class, and a good wodge of time in which to accomplish a bunch of foot-clearing that has suddenly become pressing. We had our first P&B meeting of the semester today, and I was reminded that A) there is still a lot of work that needs to be done on promotion folders and 2) very little time left in which to do it. I've been so derelict in my duties this year, I really want to do something approaching a reasonable job on what's left. And, like I said, it's a lot. I don't want to detail all of it at the moment, but I truly do need to get a lot of other miscellaneous bits out from underfoot, and so far, I've not been pushing. Now I must.

But instead of getting anything done, I ended up talking with Paul for two hours. It was wonderful, and I adore him, and it's always good for my soul to have a good confabulation with my office husband--but all the work I had intended to clear away is still undone. And now I'm about to snarp down some dinner and head off to dance class. So I need to devote some mental energy (possibly in the car on the way to dance) to looking as realistically as possible at how much time I have between now and the next P&B meeting and at all I need to accomplish--and figure out if I already have to call in "sick" in order to keep ahead of the avalanche.

Yikes.

I'm glad I didn't know about all this last night, as this morning, I allowed myself a very leisurely approach to the day: I didn't set the alarm (beyond bliss), and I ran a few long-postponed errands in the morning before coming to the office. I didn't get in until almost noon--a full three hours later than I had originally intended--and I was absolutely guilt-free about it. Nice. And today's class was interesting: there weren't many students there, but those who were there were pretty well up to speed. I did have to have a few words after class with Mr. Irrepressible (the guinea pig analogy from Alice is deeply apt but it feels nasty to use as a cognomen): his enthusiasm is laudable, but the need to repress him is building. One of the other students got pretty testy with him (and rightly); he does tend to act as if he knows a hell of a lot more than he does because of his merit badge. (Favorite moment: after he'd said that from his experience--the two Coyote trickster stories he's read--Coyote doesn't lie, I said, "Well, let me just state: from my experience and what I've read, he does." Irrepressible was momentarily quiet, and the other students were amused. It wasn't quite a burlap bag, but it did do the trick, at least briefly.) In any event, after class I told him that although his enthusiasm was lovely, he needs to learn to keep it in check, so if I hold up a hand to him, he should take it as a sign that he needs to be quiet for a bit. He took it with very good grace--but he needs a lot of work on social skills, poor dear.

Not much else to report, but it was, all in all, a good day--even with the sudden and exponential up-tick in the sense of pressure over things to do. I've got a couple of plans (A, B, and C) in mind. More reports to follow on which ends up being the one that prevails.

My soup is hot. Time for dinner, then dancing. It's going to be nice to get back out on the floor. And we know what Scarlett says about tomorrow.