Well, that was a day...

I was originally going to have a riding lesson today, the first in months--but I called it off so I could work on my classes. Turns out it's a very good thing I did. I just spent the bulk of the day constructing those last few weeks' worth of folders for the online Nature in Lit, which, of course, took longer than I anticipated.

The good news is, that bit's now done--scratch it off the "to do before it bursts into flames" list. Next on the agenda: grading two weeks' worth of discussion board posts that have been silting up. Oh, and providing comments for the student who plagiarized, as I'm giving her a chance to fix the plagiarism--but she has to do some actual revising, too.

Of course, I've barely touched the essays for the SF class, but I realized yesterday, those can go at (or near) the bottom of the stack.

And as I wrote that, I thought, "Oh, I almost forgot: I have to do a new schedule for 101." So I just did that--it only took a few minutes (and actually makes the end of the semester work better all around than the original schedule did).

So, still to be done over the break, the aforementioned discussion board posts for Nature in Lit, marking an enormous stack of homework for the 101, and grading the remaining essays for the SF students. Plus other not-class-related projects: proofing the pages of our literary journal that I've been assigned, reading and evaluating a paper for a journal. And life maintenance stuff. Taxes, primarily. I usually have them done long before now--and April is nearly upon us.

However, I think I'm stick-a-fork-in-me done for tonight. It is the break, after all, and although I could push myself to get the taxes done, I think I'll leave that for another day. I do have things going on the next three days--some social, some life maintenance, some a mix of the two--so I can't lollygag too long. I'm trying to find the balance between reducing anxiety by getting stuff done and allowing myself to simply fall into a stupor. And man, I cannot wait until the end of May, when I can spend two weeks going through my usual post-partum blues and sleep weirdness--and then fritter away yet another summer.