My plans for today certainly went agly: I didn't even quite finish the grading of stuff for the 101, which I really did want to get done, but ah well. I just spent a while hurling together essay topics for the final essay for Nature in Lit; I have no idea if they make any kind of sense, but that's a good thing done. Or done-ish. When I send it to the wonderful librarian who is helping me put together a research guide, I asked her to let me know if any of the ideas just wouldn't work; I'd be happy to let the research guide the topics.
I have no idea how to prioritize the work I need to do for the next two days: both the SF and the Nature in Lit students need to get work back from me ASAP, and I'm not sure who's been getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop longer at this point. (Probably the Nature in Lit students, but ... well, I tend to put more time and energy into them than I should. It's that whole keyboard and my fingers thing: usually once I get started, it's awfully hard for me to stop. Witness the length of the usual post on this blog.)
Well, tomorrow will tell, I reckon. For now, I'm going to practice fiddle for the first time in almost two weeks (that will be, um, interesting), then practice my Coherence breathing (it sounds funny to say I'm going to practice breathing, but, well, that's essentially what I'm going to do), which will initialize the glide into relaxation for the night.
I probably won't post tomorrow, as I'm going out for a steak blowout with Paul, William, and Kristin--or if I do post, it will be very brief. Tonight's post is, I know, uncharacteristically short, but I've been nailed to this chair long enough, and I've rebounded off the wall a couple of times already. That's the signal that it's a good moment to allow the work and posting to trickle to a halt.
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