Embracing 14, Because the Days are Requiring 14-Hours of Work and I Don't See a Let Up Until March. I Will Just Roll With It.

Wednesdays are my Saturdays. I wake up thinking I finally can catch my breath after weekend planning and back-to-back obligations Monday and Tuesday. Of course, Thursdays and Fridays pick up again, needing the weekend to ready for a new week. So, I tried to lay low yesterday. Awoke at six, began answering email, graded, did some more planning, and before I knew it, it was 10 p.m.. Of course, this was all on Bry-time and I had no meetings.

Not the case today, as I'm booked from 8 a.m. until 9 p.m. - it doesn't end...one thing after another, after another. Yep, another semester has begun. 

Then there's February. I keep getting emails for meeting times and 'save-the-dates', but I can't fit anything else into the calendar. We are officially closed.

And it is officially ridiculously cold. I know I need to reshovel areas in preparation of more storms this weekend, but I can't bring myself to stand outside that long. It hurts. I keep hoping the Nor'easterner will blow out to sea as some models project.

We're heading out of Christmas seasons and toward's February's love-fest, so 14 seems to be the number of the Aquarian seasons. I am trying to find a rhythm in it all. I just wonder (about administrators)...do they realize that for every hour they mandate with meetings, they take 60-minutes away of real productivity.. Seriously....I accomplish more during times when I boycott responsibilities to get work done than when I attend them to learn how they want us to do even more work. 

Anyway...onward. It's all I can.