Man, when I hit the wall...

Today, the decision was to spend time talking with my sister (which I haven't done in far too long) instead of getting going on the school work as early as I would have otherwise. So of course, I didn't get done what I planned (why do I even bother to plan?), and it does mean that I'm juggling the triage list again, wondering what I will manage to get done in Advisement tomorrow morning--and knowing that I won't have my usual big chunk of time on Monday in which to just put my head down and work, as I have a student coming during my office hours (a student from last semester's SF class; I can't remember what I called him--maybe the Budding Philosopher?--but he's a favorite, and we've missed each other a couple of times already), and then I'm leaving early to go listen to a reading of Le Guin's last book of poetry. I can maybe get a little work done on the train--but not grading 102 essays. Still, I'm set for Tuesday already; the one student who was going to submit late did--and he submitted 1-1/2 pages, so ... well, not really much of a submission but enough for me to respond to in a hurry. My primary task in Advisement in the morning will be to get the stuff for tomorrow's 101 finished up; I'm close, and I really hoped I could gut it out and get the rest done, but I just tried to look at one more and my brain very clearly said, "Nope. Not doing it." When I hit that wall, I hit it hard--and then there's just nothing to be done about it. Same thing happened when I thought about working on the one essay I have to mark for Wednesday's 102 conference. Just at the thought, I felt that huge, absolute "Nope." OK, ok, ok. I give in.

When will I get to evaluate sabbatical applications? Who knows. Probably not before P&B on Tuesday. When will I get the 101 revisions graded? Probably starting Wednesday afternoon but I won't get them done until over the weekend. Dammit. But oh well

So, having hit the wall with a resounding thud, I am now going to turn my attention to doing a little more of the bugger all nothing that I so often do. I'm not even going to express any hopes about what I might do in order to squeeze a little more work out of tomorrow, as they'll almost certainly misguided--and I'd rather pleasantly surprise myself than once again find myself saying, "Well, I didn't do that."

I can't even squeeze out an interesting ending to this post, so....