I just don't have a lot to say lately. Or rather, there is a lot going on, but it's the sort of thing I probably shouldn't blog about. I'm learning boundaries, hurrah!
It is 48 degrees, and I've got coffee brewing. I need to grade around 55 papers this weekend because I enjoyed my mother's visit entirely too much. It's not going to be easy because I have zero motivation to grade, which means it's twice as hard somehow.
But I'll do it. I always do. Eventually.
So, I've got shingles. You know that thing that old people get? Yeah. Fun, fun times. So far, it only itches.... I await the pain period. Apparently, it's one of those "lie dormant in your system and attack when your immune system is down and your stress is up" kind of things. Life is not fun lately, I have to admit. But I let stupid things really get to me and worry me-- where is the good in that?
Today I will grade at least 20 papers. I will finish one class and begin on another. I will scratch and itch and call my name George. And maybe, just maybe, if I'm good and get a lot done early, I'll take my 13-year-old to see Iron Man 2.
Anyone have any happy plans for the weekend?