I had faculty meetings yesterday. The boarding students return to school today. I pick up my regular teaching schedule of five hours/four classes a day tomorrow. I am not ready.
My farm work goals for the holiday were probably unrealistic, given that Mom is the Sherpa of everyone else’s Christmas experience. However it is frustrating not to have accomplished any of them. Still, I remind myself that I have made mental gains. I have more clarity about the future. Considering how stuck I have been, that’s real progress.
Today, between taking down the Christmas tree, boxing up the big Nativity, cooking, folding laundry, and organizing for classes, I am going to try to fit in four hours to muck the last six feet of the deep bedding from the 32′ barn addition. It is due to pour rain on top of last night’s snow, and the work will be wet, slippery, cold, and sloppy. I don’t care. I am craving the satisfaction of crossing “muck sheep stall” off the list.
As I type out this happy plan for my last day of vacation, it occurs to me that it is not really all that strange that I’ve never found anyone who shares my interests.