Was that the storm before the calm before the storm???

This last week has been pretty chill.  It's about fucking time!
This weekend, I didn't work 60 hours....I worked maybe 12......maybe.  I didn't get ALL my lesson planning done, but I did get a good start and should be able to finish most of it either tonight, tomorrow or Wednesday.  So that's do-able. 
My only complaint about this last weekend is that my students don't know how to construct a well-thought-out, well-researched argument.  I wanted to throw some papers across the room.  I would scream in agony and Choas would come running from her "spot" and see what was up.  I don't blame her.  I wanted to claw my eyes out.
Guess what we're doing Tuesday!?  We're going to learn how to construct and research an argument! YAY!!  (I'm really starting to wonder what they teach them, if anything, in the College of Ag.  I have this feeling that I should talk to someone in administration at the end of the term.  Either way, I'm still questioning the validity of my Ag degree.)

Note: It's really hard to type with a bulldog on your lap. 

Either way, since last Tuesday night, life's been less complicated and a little more chill.  I went out Thursday, Friday and was well hungover until late afternoon on Saturday.  I managed to meet one awesome new person each day since Wednesday.  At this rate, by the end of next month, the world may just run out of awesome people to meet. 

All I know....is that this week, I should be able to fit all I need to do into my 9-5...and maybe 1 or 2 hours in the evening...not 4 or 5 like the week before last.  I almost forget what free time feels like.  Almost.