Sleepless night last night. I am running on fumes.
Rolled out of bed at 6 AM, left at 6:30 AM, grabbed Starbucks, started my hour and a half commute. Ran around making copies from 8:45 AM to 9:55 AM, taught 3 back to back classes in two buildings. Walked over to Public Safety to get Photo ID (computer broken), but did get Parking Permit. Drove an hour and forty five minutes home (traffic). Walked up the apartment stairs, more work waiting for me via email. Sitting down and knowing I have another syllabus to write for the class tomorrow. Priceless.
Yet, Yet, Yet, Yet... I still feel lucky. I know that the field that I work in is HIGHLY competitive. So, today I will drag my exhausted body around, but really all this whining is covering up that I am doing something which I consider to be important, and I just care about it enough to work extra hours and to put tons of care into what I do!
