Plowing through

I think I can.
I think I can.
I think I can.

Big committee deadline tomorrow; exam ready to roll by 5pm Thursday. I won't think about the grading for my grad students until those things are taken care of.

I need some help from St. Blase with the sore throat that is currently threatening. Ha, Safari wants him to be St. Blasé! But I think that in order to be a saint you have to be the opposite of blasé. 

Think of me, friends; it's a little crazy just now.