paying for playing hooky

Yesterday my husband and I tossed work aside (for part of the day) and went shopping. He needs a new office desk. What he's using are two old desks pushed into an L-shape, and with his usual penchant for banging his head (he's over six feet tall and has been that tall since his early teen years--why can't he figure out where his head is?)--well, it's an odd story, though normal for him. He knocked something behind his desk, and in attempting to reach for it, he knocked over his Coke. In trying then to get whatever he'd lost and in trying to mop up the spilled beverage, he crawled under the desk and nearly knocked himself senseless on the old keyboard drawer. There was an indented, very precise (though bloody) T-shape on the top of his head. It took a few minutes before it stopped bleeding. After that, consumed with guilt for how little time I'd spent with him since I started all this chaos with this new school, I couldn't say "no" when he wanted to go look at some desks.

However, we shopped all afternoon, with no success. Everything was either just wrong for the space, too expensive, or too big, too small, too wobbly, too... whatever. I think we both just enjoyed the fun of looking at stuff for a few sweet hours, going in and out of stores, enjoying the sunshine.

Now, however, I am busy playing catch-up. I won't get it all done. I never do. And I'm wondering why I go to such lengths to appease students who apparently don't even read my emails to them. It's so much easier in a face-to-face class when you can "read" the students.

Okay, time for coffee. Given how much I have left to do today, I should make an entire pot. Wish it wasn't my husband's "long" day--he won't be home until 9:30 or so, after his night class. He's always such a good excuse for not getting my work done. At the very least, I wish my cat wouldn't ignore me all day. I haven't seen that fuzz-ball in hours. He could be locked in the closet again.
Coffee!! Dr. S.