I should be grading papers but I can’t convince myself to read one. more. childhood obesity paper. I resign myself to the fact that the extra job pays bills and bills are a necessarily evil.

But I don’t like it. Luckily, I have a Dunkin Donuts iced latte and my Jimmy Buffet playlist and the thirty minutes I allot for something *other* than mind-numbing work.

I feel really off-kilter this week. The trees left a strange emptiness in my yard that, once the grass grows back thick and full, will look great. But I can’t help but feel like I lost something. The stump grinder comes today and the logging company too, to remove the huge pieces of tree left behind. On Friday, our new A/C is FINALLY being installed. So many changes at once! Maybe that is why I’m in this funk. The weather has also been wet and gloomy and I do not take well to days at a time with little to no sunshine. It gets to me in this primal way; I am depressed but don’t realize it until moments like 7:43 PM last night. I went to Publix right after Isaac went to bed – because I needed dinner for tonight and an escape; the kids were so whiny! – and as I trudged across my mutilated yard and the sky was a sad grayish blaahh, I knew it was a combination of changes, bad weather, and all the upcoming stuff. Birthday party and baby shower back to back on Saturday; must buy gifts. Long run on Sunday. Ash leaves Monday for his conference. We meet him mid-week and then? Vacation! So why am I so stressed? Could be the packing or the four hours alone in a car with the kids at night. Could be the fact that I still have so much grading to do this week, then as soon as we return from vacation, there will be more grading. I should stop complaining; at least I have the opportunity to work.

Well, my time is almost up and it’s time to buckle down again. Papers, papers, prep for class. Student conference. Class. A quick lunch. Papers. One quick game of Solitaire Blitz. Check email. Eat yogurt. Papers. Papers. 4:30? I’m out!