Now the list of classes I'm scheduled to teach has grown to four--two online and two on-campus, just like this semester. I wonder what happened to the one I was supposed to teach at night, downtown. If they want me to teach that one, too, I guess I might as well plan on nights without sleep and days without leisure time.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get. Old Lady Tannehill used to say that. Now I know exactly what she meant.
I wonder if anyone ever calls me Old Lady Robideaux. At least I'm not white-haired yet. Not totally, anyway. Just a few here and there, including some weird and wild eyebrow hairs.
Looks like I'd better increase my coffee order. Dr. S.
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