Buried

Posting is apparently going to be a bit sporadic this week, as I have been completely buried since arriving at work at 8:00 Monday morning. I was either teaching or in a meeting straight through until 7:00 that night, and then in meetings all day on Tuesday (in the interests of full disclosure, I will point out that one of the hour-long "meetings" on Tuesday was my knitting group, but I know you won't hold it against me). The same thing happened today. I've just finished at 5:15, and need to run home. Insanity.

I think some of it is these horrific budget cuts, and the sense of panic and impending doom that they have caused. Some of it is internal departmental workings, which are rather chaotic right now. And some of it is the fact that I am on a large number of one-off committees (read: no regular meeting times), which adds a certain element of unpredictability to my schedule.

In spite of this, I have managed to get knitting done. I am done with the first Rockin' Sock Club sock, and am almost to the heel on the second. I have also cast on for a pair of socks for Rick, and, thanks to a painful and interminable Senate meeting today, am cruising down the leg (more about that in a day or two; the pattern is good fun). And I continue to manage a repeat on Gust here and there. I'm also still reading little bits and pieces of Julia Child's autobiography, which is having the probably less-than-desirable effect of making me want to run away to France.

More when I can; I took Older Daughter to tour the school she'll probably go to next year, and am feeling rather angst-ridden about the whole thing, so I'm sure you all will have to bear with me as I process that (sorry!). Meanwhile, I'll be back just as soon as I can.