And what’s mere anarchy, compared to my life at the moment?** I’ve got three classes, two kids in soccer four nights a week, one brain (that last stat is a rough estimate, generously rounded upward), all pitted against a stack of grading that approaches infinity asymptotically. Throw in multiple friends and students in crisis, a father who just mistook his wife for his mother, an ongoing case of the piglet flu, and voilá! my life:
All I can think is how comfy that chair looks!
Anyway, though a great deal is going wrong around me, I myself am okay. So are my kids and husband, except for the sniffles. I realize I’ve been away from the Kitty for long enough that people might start to fret. Any rumors of my demise should be reported to Snopes.com.