Breaking for Spring?

I have next week off for Spring Break. This past week was spouse's Spring Break, so he'll be going back just as I'm getting off. Great timing, huh? Maybe if it actually looked like spring outside, it would help me to feel more cheerful about the time off. As it is, I'm still waiting to hear on the job search. Jackie reported that she finally talked to the Search Committee member who had contacted her, so as far as I know, nothing is left to do except wait. Catch up with grading. Clean house. I've made a to-do list guaranteed to keep me from getting bored. I'm never bored anyway, but now I won't even have time for my almost-daily nap!

We have a faculty meeting on the 18th. I'm hoping they'll be ready to announce the hires. Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much point to driving up to the campus. In what has to be the silliest move ever, the college is closed for Spring Break, we come back for three days (Monday through Wednesday), and then we're off Thursday and Friday for Easter. (I've never had an Easter break before. Generally colleges stay away from acknowledging religious holidays to any degree.) My students for the one class I have on Tuesday have made it known that most of them didn't plan to show up on Tuesday, so I've made it a conference day. After all, I can do most of the work from home anyway.

I've set up an appointment on Monday for my mammogram. Then the following Monday, I have my visit with my internal medicine guy. The following Wednesday, I have my annual eye exam. Wouldn't it be great if it could be assembly-line style, like on The Wizard of Oz? If I had my "druthers," I'd go only once a year for everything, but that's not the way the internal medicine man does things--every 3 or 4 months, I have to show up. Not much happens most of the time, but I think I'm going to push it this time and ask for some tests on my leg. After the death this week of a high-school senior from a blood clot, I can't help worrying. Back in Missouri, I went for an ultrasound on my leg several times after the blood clot. I haven't had one done since we moved to Michigan.

The tooth still hurts, too. Less than before, but still, every time I bite into something hot, or switch from hot to cold in beverage or food, this blast of pain radiates from that tooth. I'm wearing the bite splint at night again, but I can't tell that it's doing much yet.

This is pathetic. I sound like some whiny old lady. Hell, I AM a whiny old lady. Who am I kidding?

We're switching to Daylight Savings Time this weekend. Kudos to that genius who thought we'd be saving huge gobs of energy. I don't know how any energy will be saved if we're having to use it in the morning instead of the evening. But at least, in two weeks, when I next meet the night class, it won't be dark as I arrive at the building.

My mind isn't working right today. Two-thirds of it is given over to worry over the job search. I am functioning only in the most minor way. Call me, Search Committee! I am willing you to pick up the phone and call me, even if it's to say, "Sorry." I don't like going through this agony. Again. I'm too tired of having my emotions yanked around on someone else's whim. Bah, humbug. Dr. S.