Back in the Saddle...

...whether I want to be or not.

Susan's alarm rings at 4:20. She has to be at work at 5:30. I don't. However, I like to be the first one in the building. I often get more work done before 8:00 AM than I do the rest of the day. I think that was easy to do when my commute was less than 5 minutes. Now, with 39 miles to go, I think I may as well get up with her and see what I can get accomplished.

Classes start one week from Monday, and I am behind in my planning. Lots of stuff is getting in the way: moving adjustments, wedding plans (which are going pretty well), a faculty retreat planned for Monday and Tuesday, a much needed garage sale tomorrow, trips to the physical therapist, trips to the dentist, trips to the optometrist. I will make it, but still...

I always get neurotic at this time of the year. I am always ready, and I usually move into the semester smoothly, but the anticipation always kills me. I was the kid who could not wait until school started back up in the fall. As an adult, I am a creature of habit and routine, and mine have been shot this summer. I am very much looking forward to their re-establishment this semester. They are comforting, and keep me sane.

This summer has been different than any other in my time here in Adrian. Lots of good things, but lots of things still. I generally play more golf, and work less. I generally loaf more, and work less. I generally travel and read more, and work less. This year I taught during May, did consulting in June, moved in July, and got settled in August.

Enough of the whining, time to get moving.