Interstitial posting

As in, I'm posting in the interstices of a crammed-full day. Tuesdays and Thursdays are a bit insane this semester. For example, today's schedule:

7:10 am: Leave house with children in tow, cup of coffee in hand, and breakfast in tupperware for in-car consumption.
7:33 am: Drop Older Daughter off in circle outside school.
7:55 am: Drop Younger Daughter off at playground at her school.
8:15 am: Arrive on campus.
8:15-8:55 am: Madly prepare for class. Finally convince our new software program to give up the updated and (we hope) accurate class rolls.
9-10:15 am: Attempt to educate students as to the nifty and rule-governed nature of the tense/mood/aspect system of English verbs.
10:15-10:30 am: Pee. Try to buy a sandwich for lunch and realize the line is too long. Check email veryvery quickly.
10:30-11:45 am: See 9-10:15. Am still not sure about the success of this venture.
11:45-11:58 am: Wait in Library Plaza for appointment with man who never shows up.
12:00 pm: Get to office to find students waiting; also waiting is a message from the man who never showed up asking where I am. WTF?
12:00-1:00 pm: Continue to attempt to convince students in office hours that the TMA system of English is in fact not at all arbitrary (see "rule-governed" above), and that exploring the nature of verbs is one of life's really good things. Also try to neatly eat sandwich while explaining the aforementioned contention.
1:00-2:15 pm: Discuss gendered linguistic behavior. Turns out, women don't talk more than men. But they are more polite.
2:30-3:00 pm: Have wonderful meeting with independent study student who is enthusiastic and intelligent. Remember why I enjoy independent studies.
3:00 pm: Reschedule meeting with The Man Who Never Showed Up.
3:10 pm: Inhale cookie. Wonder if the day will ever end.

Note: I will be leaving campus in 20 minutes (5 now), picking up one daughter at school and conveying her to her piano lesson, after which I will do my best to make the 35 minute round-trip drive to the other daughter's school in 30 minutes so that she can have her piano lesson, too. And I'm supposed to get grading done when in all of this?

Meanwhile, I did get some spinning finished last night (I know, I should have been grading). In fact, the singles of the Jacob are now all done, and I might just ply them tonight. I might just ply them in spite of the very intelligent and thoughtful suggestion that a great way to match this yarn to whatever I'm going to make with the black Merino would be to spin the Merino, compare the singles of the two yarns, and then decide whether a 3 or 2-ply would make these two match better. (Thanks, Willow!)(I'm not sure whether I'm conveying that correctly, but trust me, I understand what she said in her comment, and it's a very logical way to go about making two yarns match.)

However, doing it that way assumes that when I say "I'll see whether this yarn matches what I spin with the Merino" it means that I'm going to actually think ahead and analyze my fibrous data. What I tend to do instead is to madly spin things, wildly hoping the whole time that something worth anything will come off of my wheel, planning all kinds of sympathetic magic to make it happen, and then dance around the house, cackling maniacally when things turn out the way I'd hoped (or frankly, even when they don't; maniacal cackling is useful in all kinds of situations).

In case you were going to suggest that I check my medication, or even get some medication to check, I'd like to point out that my doctor is unlikely to prescribe anything for maniacal cackling. This is, after all, the woman who, when I went to her one semester tired out of my mind and demanded that she do something to help me, like prescribe some cocaine (I've heard it's great for fatigue), suggested that I get some more sleep. Huh. More sleep. Imagine.

So, that's my life. We're heading out of town this weekend to go home for my brother's wedding. He and his partner are flying out here to California to get married, and the girls are ring-bearers. Must go home and pack. I'll try to have more fiber-related content next time, I promise, and maybe even a picture or two.