Couldn’t sleep last night. DH is in Boston for work and I eventually sat up, turned the light back on, and read about the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire of 1911. (This is what history teachers do for relaxation.)
I finally dozed fitfully from midnight to 4 AM.
My mental list is too long. Though my hours actually spent teaching are part-time (25 hours per week), the paperwork and preparation are full-time and I’m facing a log-jam of reports, advisor letters, test corrections, required curriculum maps, and other written work that must be finished in the next week. At home, a leaning stack of bills and insurance forms clamor for my attention; I have to pull together family Christmas lists. At the farm my projects languish again for lack of time.
I have not nailed up a single board on the barn addition since last weekend. Merely setting up all the tools and firing up the compressor would require half of my one hour before dark. I have also realized I need to dig in another 4×4 treated post for my interior doorway. I bought the 4×4. Maybe I can get to the pick-axe this afternoon before the temperature plunges again.
Or maybe I’ll be too tired.