Karal Does Not Enjoy Grading Season and, I Admit It, I Can't Do the Late Nights Like I Used To - My Brain Shuts Off

I tried to finish one of my classes last night, so I could start this morning with the other. I had good momentum, Karal crushing my spine as she lays on my neck and back, just sighs. She's like, "Why are you on that machine all the time." I wonder, too. But at least in NCAA Volleyball tournament season, there's a lot of good that comes from the background noise. 

The highlight of yesterday was lunch with Dr. Margaret McClure, my intellectual sounding board on all things research and a light of reason in a complicated, politically-charged reality on college campus. We ate at Mecha, and there's nothing like pho to fuel the day.

And I'm thinking I'm in need of new chairs. The two I sit in most to do the work I do are not cutting it any longer. With one, the springs are pushing at me and causing pains in my back and legs, and with the other, I've worn the cushion down. It's just not comfortable.

Today, I'm going at it again, and told Leo I will join him for dinner and another night of volleyball. At this time of year, sports help to ease the pain, but I'm ready to say, "No more. All done." And this will come with extra oomph this year, as I'm not teaching a winter course, I'm not doing winter sessions, and I hope not to do much work (although I know I will. I have projects I'm working on)

Here's to Saturday. I wouldn't mind if it warmed up a little. My bones are getting old.