Friday

I guess my subconscious just needed to get something out of its system, because I haven't had any more nightmares since the nasty one. Lily has forgiven me and is back to sleeping on the bed again, and I felt so guilty about kicking her that I bought some oatmeal cookies. She was so enthusiastic about oatmeal cookie bits that she chomped on my finger by accident.

The Great Workload Shift of Aught Nine is becoming the Great Hopscotch Game of Aught Nine, because the person who was supposed to be taking over the SOP meeting from me is in fact leaving, so I get to do SOP until we get somebody else to do it, at which point I have to do the two-hour explanation I did earlier this week all over again, and then I inherit the Council of Academic Deans meeting. But who knows when that is? So, since I don't know whether I'm going to be unavailable on Tuesday night, or Wednesday night, or Tuesday AND Wednesday night, no extension school language classes for me this year either. (What work/life balance? Life is on hold until work balances.)

Fortunately, in another five and a half hours, I don't have to think about any of this stuff for a week.