Oct 30, 2007 22:50
I always plan my time so grand: I think, "There should be plenty of time to accomplish X,Y, and Z. Everyone else does it."
I plan for everything except for an uncooperative world and a self in mutiny.
I am to move in one day--a day when I am expected to work full time. I am expected to have completely vacated one building on the very morning when the night before I will have slept in it. Too much is rushing at me, grades due, etc. etc. etc. etc.
I am tired. How convenient not to wake up!
I will write one bit of information: the Colombian with whom I was to share the new faculty residence definitely is not coming. After three months of being denied his visa, and, further, not having anywhere to lodge should he ever arrive, the foolish plan of the headmaster was mercifully scrapped. Rheinberger has been invited again to move into the residence. He is considering the option. He is inclined to it, but, on the other hand, he has made significant investment to comfort his present living quarters. I do not know if he will accept; I have resolved to put no pressure on him toward either decision.
I dare not say that I hate my life: I do not hate it. Yet I certainly do not love it. A helpmate would be appreciated.