All righty, friends, I need to get myself together here. There was the week of grading followed by the week of fallout from grading (well, fallout plus finals), and I am ready to get back on track. There's always a student who raises my eyebrows during finals week, but this time there were two. They raised more than my eyebrows, let me just tell you: they also raised my blood pressure, my alcohol consumption, and the occasional question about whether roofing might be a nice contemplative line of work. I have a story I wish I could tell you, a truly astonishing story, but prudence dictates otherwise.
Lather-rinse-repeat every single finals week: end-of-term stress throws off food and sleep and exercise and household order. Tomorrow I have a brick workout scheduled bright and early, after which I will clean my house and deal with some of the backlogged paper and personal email. I'm going to be part of a prayer team tomorrow afternoon, and I'd really like to get to confession before our adoration hour, where I will catch up on the Scripture reading I have neglected this week. I still have some exams to grade, but I think I'll let those wait until Monday. And when I go to the office on Monday I will not actually set my work email auto-reply to say "Dr. Gladly does not ever award extra points in response to end-of-term email pleas," but I will think about it.
Good night, all!
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