Three cheers for the weekend–or almost. Let me clarify. Generally I don’t teach on Friday, so Thursday begins a three day break. However, this coming Monday is Martin Luther King’s birthday–a school holiday-so this should really be the start of a four day vacation from all things academic. But, alas, I just received an email asking me to attend a meeting tomorrow. And, mind you, this makes me want to scream–not just a little bit, but a lot. I’m beginning to feel meeting-ed to death. At this point I only want to stay home, almost warm, in bed. I say “almost” because it’s so cold out right now and our house is so poorly insulated, that even under the covers my feet are not entirely toasty. I know my attitude sucks. But I’m not sure what to do about that fact.
On a more positive note I should mention that Rachel may indeed want to live in our house for the next year. She seems to think our offer is too good to be true. I don’t think she realizes how much the arrangement would benefit us. Plus, she would have to deal with our dog Lucy’s insanely high-decibled bark. Then again, Rachel has stayed with Lucy and knows how maddening the bark can become, and here again, not just a little maddening, but a lot, a whole lot.