Whoosh!

(The sound of time passing.) (Like crazy.) This'll be a brief one tonight. Grades are due Friday a.m., and I'm behind, as usual. Benedictine meeting tonight was uplifting. Nine p.m. night at school the night before was not uplifting, but it was productive, anyway. I'm looking forward to the weekend, if for nothing else, to sleep in and catch up on my thoughts and blogs. I'm looking forward to writing about Mary Oliver and the reading I'm doing. G'night, all.

ye know not where it listeth

I attempted to take photos of the effects of our ridiculous wind (gusts up to 80 mph), but alas, they were all blurry. (Shock, that.)

Instead, I was forced to ponder photographically the status of my life, such as it is here during Grading Hell. I beheld the clock, and lo, I had been on campus for over eleven hours.

When Grading Hell is upon us, the clock moves quickly, and reading goes slowly, and welcomed distractions abound. Semester grades are due just after the first of February, and I have developed a fearsome mental block against grading certain essay assignments. I want discipline. I wish to do the smart thing and eat the biggest, ugliest frog first. Somehow, though, this seems a more daunting task than I can surmount.

My goal: I will not pull an all-nighter this grading period; instead I shall do daily diligence and accomplish my grading little-but-effective bites at a time.