Different
Not working is strange. Nice, in that I am sleeping just about as much as my body wants me to sleep, which is a new and delightful sensation. But I am not particularly enjoying getting us ready for the move. We've been in this house for eight years now, and the amount of junk we've compiled is ridiculous. I look at the piles and I want to cry. But, it would have been so much less pleasant doing all of this while still working, that I can hardly complain! And there is much less in the house now than there was two weeks ago, Mel and Christie's masks are almost done, the move is scheduled, Christmas is planned, things are actually getting done.
Yesterday I started getting ready for school. This is one of those projects that is so gigantic that just starting it feels fraught with danger. But I mapped out the basic structure for one class and started plowing through one of the textbooks I should use. I just found out this morning that I need to find material for 2 of the classes myself because they haven't ever been taught before (that's the sort of thing that should have become obvious during some conversation somewhere, but didn't). I know I can get ready in time if I work hard, but I'm worried about other similar surprises that might be lurking in wait for me. I have no idea how to order textbooks, hopefully the bookstore can help me with that.
Poor Scott is having a tough week. He's travelling, is really sick with a nasty sinus infection, and gets sad every time he sees our house get a little bit emptier. If anyone has a few extra minutes for a cheerful phone call, I think he'd really appreciate it :)
Yesterday I started getting ready for school. This is one of those projects that is so gigantic that just starting it feels fraught with danger. But I mapped out the basic structure for one class and started plowing through one of the textbooks I should use. I just found out this morning that I need to find material for 2 of the classes myself because they haven't ever been taught before (that's the sort of thing that should have become obvious during some conversation somewhere, but didn't). I know I can get ready in time if I work hard, but I'm worried about other similar surprises that might be lurking in wait for me. I have no idea how to order textbooks, hopefully the bookstore can help me with that.
Poor Scott is having a tough week. He's travelling, is really sick with a nasty sinus infection, and gets sad every time he sees our house get a little bit emptier. If anyone has a few extra minutes for a cheerful phone call, I think he'd really appreciate it :)