It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon. Grey and bleak outside the window. Everyone is silently attending to various projects. Jonah is waging war against the Huns on the Steve’s PC behind me. I can hear Steve is hacking up a lung on the sofa downstairs. He’s wrapped in an afghan and absorbed in his new book on Caesar. I think Ian is playing games on the Game Cube downstairs. I’m not thrilled that both boys are playing video games all afternoon, so I’ll chase them away soon. But, like flies, they’ll just swarm back again. Steve’s too sick, and I’m too busy to more effectively distract them.
I’m pumping out lectures like I do every weekend, every evening, and in every spare minute that I have. Things are a bit mad around here, but we’re laughing about it, so all is not lost. And this insanity will continue only for another couple months when the semester ends. I’ll have off from May until September. And all next year, I’m only slated to teach two classes each semester, the prep work will be done, and Ian will be in school full time. We can handle a little nuttiness for a short time.
