One hundred and twenty weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 241
Down 0.2 pounds. Has it really been two weeks since I last posted? Yes. Again? Yes. Why? Because shut up.
That was mature. There’s a lot going on, as always. My niece just got married on Halloween. It was a beautiful wedding with a lot of family and friends, and I was honored to officiate. Seeing her grow from a toddler into the young woman she’s become has been one of the great joys of my life. This is another one:
There’s a lot of work, as always, and I spent several hours today emailing students and encouraging them to drop rather than fail. It’s the part of the semester I hate most, but there comes a point where passing is a mathematical impossibility, and I’d rather their transcripts reflect a W than an F. It’s super depressing, but it’s part of the job, and it’ll pass by the time I go to sleep tomorrow night.
I’m really worried for my dad’s health (and my mom’s sanity, as it falls entirely on her to take care of him). Just putting that here to acknowledge it, and to landmark it.
WordPress is telling me that 17.1% of this post is in passive voice. WordPress was ignored by the person doing the actual fucking work.
I still have a book coming out, and I’m still thrilled about it, and I really, really, really, really need to start ramping up the marketing part.
Three things I’m grateful for:
- My family. Even the ones who make me crazy. They don’t get to define me, but they do get to claim me.
- My students, who are largely badass, largely kindhearted, largely overwhelmed, and entirely awesome.
- My work, which has frustrated me today, so deeply I want to scream, but that’s only because it matters so much to me, and I honestly never thought I’d find work I care about.
I’m good this week. I woke up Monday, dehydrated and exhausted. It took a couple days to recover from the wedding (there was a fair amount of prep and a LOT of organizing), but two nights in a row of good sleep and a few days of eating healthy (after a weekend of not doing so) has me feeling pretty human again. I think my sciatica is finally gone, so it’s time to attempt the gym soon.
Here, have a graphic: