In the very earliest Thomas the Tank Engine stories, one of the engines had trouble doing his Very Useful tasks. Do you remember this? He needed special Welsh coal, or maybe he needed to have his firebox rebuilt. Or maybe it was both. Anyway. I am wishing for a Fat Controller to infuse me with a bit more get-up-and-go, because my native supply is sadly diminished.
All of the grades are submitted. All of the college-level committee tasks are done. I think all of the search committee tasks are done. I still have to write a bunch of letters of recommendation, but OH MY FRIENDS, I really want to get them finished tomorrow. I had resolved to get them done by Friday, but that was not a realistic goal given this year's service responsibilities. Tomorrow is good. Two spreadsheets + the last of the letters: it's a plan.
It might be smart to plan something to look forward to afterward, but planning things always feels like work to me and I am too tired to take on more work just now. (Okay, I know that doesn't make very much sense, but that's the way it is.) Here is a thing I would like to do: I'll tell you the story of our trip to Chicago for Elwood's 50th birthday. That'll be something to look forward to.
Over and out. THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
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