So today I was expecting to get caught up on a lot of stuff, including finishing my syllabus for this next block (which begins Monday) and do a bit of house stuff, maybe some writing, maybe some reading (my copy of Unshapely Things by Mark del Franco arrived in the mail today, for instance and I've got many many other books shouting attention like Horschak to be read). But. The plague hath struck my house.
So far I'm still standing. But my husband has been prone for about two days now, and my daughter . . . well, stuff is coming out of her I just don't want to think about. Which means, I am caretaking. Oh, and trying to get a few things done.
One of them, as I mentioned above, is my syllabus. I hate planning classes. I mean, everything changes once you introduce people into the mix. So it hardly seems like a worthwhile thing to do. But I do it, and I even try to stick to it, for the sake of my students who want a roadmap. But I hate planning. And I teach this class often. You'd think it would get easier. But no.
So I'm going to plan. Plot. Prevaricate. Procrastinate . . . . uh. yeah. Back to work. - Tags:day in the life
- Mood:pained
 - Music:Will You Smile by . . . and you will know us by our trail of dead
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I hope everyone feels better soon and you emerge unscathed!