Books for Max. A little "Wabbit" for Michelle. A great dinner at Grey Goose (love me some scallops) and a week worth of steak tips soaking in Trini spices for whatever dishes I concoct over the next four days.
Max and I have been writing fiends since Thanksgiving, and with news of an acceptance makes that writing even more urgent. We got this and, well, there was that Texas A&M matchup with Nebraska and, I have to admit it, I didn't think it was possible. The Aggies were touch and, with four matches, they achieve the upset of the century. I didn't see it coming and had no idea they could that (but feel a little better that they did that against Louisville) NCAA volleyball tournament time is my new December, pre-holiday ritual.
This morning, I need to prepare for a day of faculty interviews both today and Wednesday, as nothing really sits still in high education and every second is filled with the next layer of what it takes to sustain the work as it is I just hate having a colleague I cherish retire.
But I do have my holiday lights. They make me happy. I have a crockpot, too, and that makes me happy. In Romeo & Juliet the line that has stuck with me has always been "They falleth that runneth fast." I'm not sure there's anyway but to run fast as a means to catch up.
Of course, there was also the Wisconsin/Texas match-up. I need such distractions.
I have a posse of little "Wabbit" creatures to keep me going. It is an honor to give such wonder to others. Here we go, insane week.
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