A Long Winter’s Nap…Please?

“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion… I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”
– Kurt Vonnegut

My doves!  My beloveds!  My fuzziest of chinchillas, and cuddliest of kittens!  I have neglected you again and I throw myself on your mercy with an account of what exactly has been going on, that you will be more inclined to forgive my hideous inattention thereby.

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Last week was the first week of the new term and I was chained to my desk hiring and firing a double handful of students, and sending off about a million reports to various people and agencies.  Wise had her baby two weeks early, throwing Hennessy, Susie, and myself into a frenzy of reassigning duties, taking on new responsibilities, and (naturally) visiting the new baby.  Susie then threw herself onto the new year’s budget and has not emerged yet.  I’ve been working on projects with the investigators on a series of bizarre cases (drug addictions, bookstore thefts, and a mother who thinks her daughter is dating a murderer.  She’s not, by the way) and helping with a few projects to prep for an upcoming VIP visit.  Also a major art exhibition took up residence in our museum requiring an unbelievable amount of work.

I started working out again – in advance of the obligatory New Year gang bang of guilt, thank you very much – and my body is punishing me.  P90X yoga is not for the faint hearted, I can barely make it through the whole session without swearing/crying/having to be physically dragged away from leftover Christmas candy by J.

This week I have been enjoying being slowly consumed alive by paperwork, a couple of work scandals that I found particularly demoralizing, and good old fashioned exhaustion.  My sense of humor took a bit of a beating yesterday, but it’s nursing it’s bruises and we hope to be a full functioning snark capacity soon.

And you, ducklings?  How has the start of the year been treating you?

2 thoughts on “A Long Winter’s Nap…Please?”

  1. Oh, you know, the usual….got threatened by a creep who wanted to “beat me bloody” for blogging about (?) boredom and had to call in the cops; my left eye exploded into a sore, bloodshot mess (could it be stress, I asked the dr.); attended a trade show and walked my ass off for two days; trying to find a nursing home for my mother who lives a six-hour flight to the west of me in another country; promoting my forthcoming book and hiring two assistants to be me while I wrangle my life.

    You, know, like that.

    Happy New Year!!!!!

    1. I was forced to circumvent normal hiring procedures by a boss who was hiring a friend’s daughter – and none of my supervisors would back me up when I tried to call him out on it. And I pulled a muscle in my leg, so I can semi-relate to medical/professional angst. I haven’t yet had the pleasure of being threatened, but I think you’re all sorts of impressive for handling it they way you have. Happy New Year, indeed!

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