When the texts came in at 11:30 PM and continued at 6:30 AM and somewhere in there, your new diabetes sensor decided your blood sugar was low even though it really wasn't because it takes it a while sometimes to behave appropriately (much like oh so many people I can think of at the moment), so it kept buzzing until you put it on the floor, and then you know you have a difficult meeting in the morning, and one of those texts told you something that explains a lot of the bullshit at school and now you're PISSED, ffs, why why why.

Monday was burning oatmeal. Today was exploding oatmeal, all over the side of the bowl, where it will stick like concrete. Fun times. And yesterday kinda felt like that. Or maybe Monday. Or both. The workload is a challenge. Too many parts to it. I'm pretty sure I was supposed to have some literacy thing done by the 27th but they haven't provided a calendar for it, so it's just not gonna happen.

I really wish there was a way to force the body to sleep better. Last night was a disaster. 2/10. Do not recommend. So many reasons: temperature, beasts sharing the bed (of all types), weird cramp in the left thigh, BRAIN (ok, most that). Plus I worked on the day job all weekend. Made it through two major assignments, thank goodness (because there are two more at school like them).

I've been ready for Friday for three days now. There were entirely too many meetings this week. I think (knock on wood) that today is the only day without one. Glory be. Yesterday's meeting for school was pointless. Love those. The rest have had meaning, maybe too much of it. And I haven't been to pilates all week, due to camping and not being able to get into a class.

OK, maybe just the US. Maybe the rest of you are okey dokey. If so, send snacks...and help. I don 't feel ready for the day. It's too early. There are too many meetings. I wrote 7 emails in Spanish yesterday. I talked to a kid using Google Translate. Imma do that today with another kid, if she actually shows up.

Heyo. It's Monday. And a week of school and art and whatever else I can fit in begins. I had a great weekend camping up in the mountains, although it was definitely chillier than I thought it would be the first night, thanks to a wind advisory. 50-mph gusts took it down to the low 40s, with a real feel in the 30s.

Yean, school was hard. Yeah, I'm buried in grading. Yes, yes, I'm tired. YES, I even got a rejection notice this week, but hey, ya ya, I got into a residency I really wanted and I finished (and sold) a quilt. It feels good. Video of me trying to get Nova off the quilt last night so I could finish stitching the sleeves on...

"This week isn't so bad," she says, as she prepares to start going and not stop until bedtime. Today is a little nuts. At least I don't have a morning meeting, so I got to pretend to sleep in until 6:30 AM. If only the dog, the sun, and my brain would allow the sleeping in part. Meanwhile, the government is shut down but everyone still does their jobs...well, unless you aren't getting paid for it?

No matter what I do, I'm always sitting on the couch on Sunday night, wondering why I didn't get more done over the weekend. Like I shouldn't have gone to ceramics yesterday, despite not being able to get there all week, because I should have graded more. I should have finished that one assignment (I have a class and a half left to grade...at least an hour, probably closer to two).