That's my house. Or at least how it feels despite all the organization I've done. The amount of stuff coming in and needing to go out is astounding. Seriously. Mail, papers from school all needs to be processed. Garbage, donatations, recycling all need to be taken somewhere. Everywhere I look, there seems to be more stuff to deal with. Ugh. I'm trying very hard not to panic about it. I knew it was going to take a while. I'm just trying not to let it slide into complete chaos. Listening to "Jesusland" by Ben Folds. That's helping. Funny how music does that.
I was trying to plan a trip up to NYC to meet up with my dad who's going to be there for a few days, but it's not going to work. I had planned to go Sunday afternoon, spend the night and come back Monday, but then I remembered a search committee meeting on Monday morning. Damn. Plus Mr. Geeky wasn't going to get to go and he really wanted to.
I'm also a little behind on the work for the class. I'm caught up with grading, even managing to do some midterm evaluations, but I'm about 100 pages away from finishing Six Degrees. I just don't think it's going to happen tonight. It's 9:30 already and I really wanted to get in some writing. And I'm so not good at staying up really late. Besides, we'll only get to the first half tomorrow anyway. That's what I'm telling myself anyway. Sheesh.
My schedule is so packed this week too. There's barely any breathing room. I guess I'm in sprint mode now. When is winter break again?