Saturday, December 18, 2021

We're In The Final Hours Now: Dog-Sitting, Holiday Drive-By's, Waiting on Just a Couple More Projects, and Realizing, "Wait. Christmas is Next Week?"

I need to get to campus. There's working needing to be done, but the University requested faculty stay away except for emergency needs (I'm thinking I might be okay on the weekend), and so I spent Friday finishing grading one class and hoping the last few projects would come in sooner, rather than later. But, like many on campus, I have students who are sick...very sick. I'm flexible, compassionate, and understanding. But I would like to put a bow on this semester.

Karal had yearly shots at Companion, so I swung by to pick up Jake. This way, they could spend a day together while Jake's mom, masked, was able to proctor examinations for students who requested extra time. As a result, the day was spent with two dogs trying to be on my lap wherever I tried to sit and tripping up my feet on every maneuver I tried to make.

A good friend, too, was diagnosed with Covid, so I put together a care package to leave on their doorsteps. I also got my hair cut by Jerry. I'm beginning to feel a lot like Christmas, because everywhere I go there are the reminders that it will be here before we know it. The roads around town are jammed with shoppers. Ugh. I am thinking I will just go with silly this year, and not stress myself out. I'm not a fan of crowds or frustrated people. I'll do what I can, when I can do it.

And something in the universe has my eyes watering and my nostrils closing up. It feels like I've been in a field of poinsettias, which are definitely not my plants. Either that, or I've been bathing in a pool of cats. I just know I'm burning, itchy, and nasally. 

Today, the weather is supposed to be miserable, so if the last projects don't come in, I believe I shall curl up under a blanket and try to read some of the piles of books in every room of my house. 

Finally, I keep thinking about the volleyball games last night and how disappointed the Lady Cards must be. They shouldn't be, but I know how hard they worked and what awesomeness their season actually was - all the games could have gone any way. They were that good...point for point, moment for moment, but Wisconsin sure put up a major barrier.

Meanwhile, schools are going back online...it's all kicking in. I'm sending prayers up to The Great Whatever. Teachers can't take aany more. It's difficult work under normal conditions.

Connecticut - up 50% in 24 hours with cases. Hmmmm. And now we have to figure it all out all over again. 


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