This whole week has been ones of those where at the end of my day my whole body just shuts down. I sit down to blog, knowing I have lots of stories to share, and my eyes slowly close, I sink in my seat, and my brain starts to run, run….
The last several nights I’ve had a hard time getting to sleep despite being as tired as I am now. At some point work tapers off and exhaustion sets in, but my brain never stops worrying about what I’m doing, or need to do, or should do, or might forget to do. There are so many tiny pieces of input into my day I really need a better way to organize them. I like to think I’ve got a good short term memory, but with as much reading and learning and the all-exhausting taing I’m doing, there just aren’t any neurons left to fill that purpose. Things just fall right our of my head, like a sieve. It reminds me of laundry day, where at the end of the day you’ve folded so many socks you can’t carry them all at once, but you try to anyway. No matter how big of a handfull or armload you think you can carry, you inevitably drop a bunch of socks on the way to the drawer. Those socks are my thoughts. And they keep spilling on the floor.
Wednesday has to be my worst day. I know Fridays I teach more, but they have this added bonus, a character of flippancy almost, because they’re Fridays. I know that all I have to do is make it through that two hours of teaching, and I’m really off free for almost three whole days. Nevermind that I do more work in those three days than the remaining four, but there are no social obligations which takes the pressure off quite a bit. Except, of course, this weekend. But sociolinguistics just wouldn’t be what it is if I didn’t have to do something as partially terrifying as asking pointed questions about strangers’ lives. And this is the one and only time I have to do this. In the forseeable future. Ish.
I don’t really feel like talking about class today. I did a lot today. I’m now two-thirds done grading essays. I remembered (whoo! remembering anything!) to print out a bunch of papers I need for my 260 project. I even read half of one. I got my section done, and it went pretty well, despite my total lack of semantics knowledge. I did a million tiny tasks this morning… tried to set up an email list, sent some emails I needed to do, and this evening I got my schedule for next week up. My schedule for next week looks, if at all possible, scarier than this weeks. But I think after this, it levels out. I present in 260 on Tuesday, and that’s the only thing I need to do (officially..) besides the final project in any of my classes. Phew.
But really the only major happening of my day was that my tire was again (arg!) flat when I got out of section. And I put new tires (actual tires, not tubes) on my bike just two days ago! Anyway, it did make it obvious that my 5-times-patched tube was inadequate, and I was meaning to get new tubes anyway. So I took it to the bike shop (by which I mean Davis has about nine..) and they had just enough time to change my tube before they closed. Yay. My bike always rides so well with properly inflated tires, and it turns out I was way under inflating the new tires. My old ones were 65 psi, but the new ones go up to 100, which is way firmer than I’m used to. Rode home like a dream.
Came home to my wonderful Lewis, who hugged my stressful day away. And then made me delicious dinner. The ol’ quinoa stuffed baked squash bit of heaven. So tasty. And I am so ready for bed. Here’s to tomorrow, an easier day than today.