The chaos begins

I've got my syllabi done. I've made my schedule of assignments (which will change a dozen times over the semester). I've gotten my first assignments prepared. Tomorrow I'll need to photocopy everything since three of my classes are back to back in another building. I won't be able to rush back to my office to pick up anything I've forgotten.

In the morning I'll have to get up early to be tortured at physical therapy. I'm dreading it. It's really painful to move my arm in the ways I'm being asked to move it, but I know that unless I can do it, my shoulder will remain somewhat frozen. Then I'll hit the snowy icy road for Big Rapids, where I'll work diligently in my office before going to Betty's on even snowier and icier roads. But I am partly prepared now: I have NEOs! (New England Overshoes) We're supposed to be in the minuses this week, and that will be as painful as the PT will be.

Since there will be a period in April at Easter where we'll both have some time, I'm nagging Esteemed Spouse to help me set up a mini-vacation to some place a little less bleak. It's been such a gosh-awful winter so far that even he is complaining. He's already done more snow-blowing so far this season than he's had to do in the entire winter for the last several winters. The picture today is what my life looks like lately.



My friend Kay called this morning, and we chatted for a long time. She's got to have a knee replaced soon. My heart goes out to her. This little bit of surgery (even if it was "non-invasive") has been a real pain in the keister, as well as in the shoulder. I can only imagine what a knee replacement would be like, and my imagination paints a very dismal picture. Kay and I agree: getting old is not for sissies. But it beats the alternative.