It may be a while before I have anything of note to post. I'm totally burnt out on grading (with 9 ecology papers to go and a mess of general biology homeworks and quizzes). I'm tired, I hurt all over thanks to the high humidity here.

I'm trying to push myself to get the grading done. Because if I do, I'm going to allow myself an All-Knitting Weekend. I'm going to lay in a supply of easily prepared food (well, since another thing that has happened because of the is humidity is that I've lost my appetite, that should be easy), and not leave the house at all on Saturday. Just sit in the air-conditioned comfort and knit. I might also rent a couple of videos.

Something is going on with me. I don't know if it's stress or what. But when I was flipping through channels last evening, looking for a weather update, I saw a 9/11 widow interviewed. She talked about how they found her husband's heart and sent it back to her.

I burst out sobbing at the thought.

Right now, I feel like this:



It's ragweed pollen, but what I mean is I feel all spiky and painful.